So can you paint me with the colors of the wind,
Caress me to bereft the wrinkles on my soul,
Untangle my hair to unravel my thoughts,
Touch me and tug at my heart,
Steal glances and melt me apart.
Can you paint me with the colors of the wind,
And let me breathe in every inch of you
The way your nose curves,
The veins on your limbs,
The shades in your eyes,
And the bends of your smile.
Can you paint me with the colors of the wind till you can't anymore,
Until those stolen glances turn into hard cold stares
And the magic in my being to you,
just isn't there anymore
So paint me with the colors of the wind till you and I diverge like a pair of intersecting lines,
Being together once,
But Being apart for good.
YOU ARE READING
Colors and tangents
PoetryHow do two people, who one day know each other inside out and love each other to pieces, can turn into strangers and hate each other the very next day with such vigour?
