Red were the roses, the ones I left on your casket,
Orange were the leaves, the ones in your tree,
Yellow were the bruises, the ones that covered you head-to-toe,
Green were the stains, the ones left on the hems of your jeans,
Blue were your lips, the day you were found in your noose,
Indigo was the night sky, that night that you died,
Violet was that bruise, the one you wore around your neck
by Alice Thyne, but i can relate so much
You push me into the darkness for your happiness,
I get along with the darkness,
I am comfortable with the darkness,
What if I push you into the darkness as you did to me,
Will, you survived it?
Or get along with the darkness as I did,
You will never experience the same as I did.
darkness will always teach some people a lesson for their mistakes.
They say that love is
But for me love is
And when my tear stained face finds a gentle hand to wipe away my sorrows
I fall in love
Or perhaps I fall in line
I’m not sure there’s a difference anymore
Loved myself roughly in free verses
but always loved you in rhymes.
For myself, I chose curses,
to have you never ending times.
A friend wrote this 2 years ago. I'm posting it here because I love it too much and also because I'm not able to write anything new