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 Aug 2016 anonymous
Urban
to live and to love is to be vulnerable,
exposing our hearts to flame and to frost.

grief is the most sincere way to honor,
our happiness once it is lost.
Red
I should have been embarrassed
Of the way we started
All lust and heavy drunkenness
Or the way I came crawling back the next day
My heart hammering nervously in my chest
You've been trying to make me blush ever since
Orange
It all moved so fast
It was supposed to be one night
One week
A text every once in a while
I thought we were always doomed to stop
Or at least slow down
Or something in between
Yellow
I wasn't quite innocent
But I wasn't quite not
Not quite white like all the sheets
In all the 2 star hotels we slept in
Our limbs intertwined
And we would talk and laugh about nothing
I love your voice I love your laugh
Green
I remember when I looked into your eyes
And realized they're the same color as mine
And every boy I kissed before you
Has become just another forgettable pair of brown eyes
Blue
You like to tease that I'm short
But I've never felt taller
Than the way I feel when you kiss me
It's like heaven is just barely out of reach
Indigo
And the hardest moments are all the good byes
I cry a little more each time
And I stay awake all night missing your scent
Missing the way you feel
Of course, I stay awake all night when you're here too
I've seen every shade of the night sky with you
Violet**
This love is something you don't find easily
So rich and beautiful and unique
 Feb 2016 anonymous
moss
I explain my metaphors with metaphors
I don't know how else to express
My thoughts that sit in clutter drawers
And leave my mind a mess

If you don't understand my comparison
I'll just say it in a different way
My thoughts still shielded by a garrison
Suppressing things I need to say

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