Her eyeshadow is a dark brown
Mixed with sunset orange.
She wears dark colors
Contradicting her bright eyes.
When a soul dies,
The person outside covers
Their body with a shortage
Of life and loses their crown
Of confidence.
Her endurance
Of that pain with opposing colors
Makes me want to save her
Because she reminds me
Of myself.
Yet, like a bookshelf,
Her books are a sea
Of the labor
She's endured and the whirs
Of her wings as they fly
Through pages never cease
To die.
She'll be alright.
When summer comes, the dark colors
Will shatter into bright lights
And she'll laugh again
Between the suns rays
And the fruit trees.
11/27/2016
YOU ARE READING
Year's End: 2016
Poetry"In this endless stream of time I'll remember this moment. The piano music with its beautiful singer Her soft voice on the radio calms The classroom." -Nostalgia Remember that you can't live life without actually living your life.
