#warmest
I see scarlet
When I hear the funeral trumpet
Now she is just a color
I hear Scarlet's cries
The love of my life
Murdered in cold blood
She was my wife
I have synesthesia
I see the blood
Imagining color is easier
For me
The blood has turned cold
But the color is warm
I feel blue when I think of her
And feel much warmer
Jan 9, 2019
Jan 9, 2019 at 7:02 AM UTC
Winter was the warmest that night
When you kissed me for the first time.
Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 11:48 AM UTC
Even with the guy
Who owns the warmest heart, mine
Somehow still feels cold
May 23, 2018
May 23, 2018 at 8:09 PM UTC
1.
Summer chauvinist,
autumnal aspirations
moments warmest
2.
Present celebrations
No supremacy
Only admirations
3.
No constant lies
oft healthy life
4.
Love exists
If our heart insists.
© Sylvia Frances Chan
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Jan 17, 2018
Jan 17, 2018 at 3:43 PM UTC