(Just a short poem I wrote for my english class and wanted to share).
Longing
If longing were a sound,
It would be a desperate wail of suppressed hope.
And if longing were a color,
It would be darker than the deepest point of the sea.
And if longing were a thought,
The turbulence and broadness of it would be petrifying.
But if longing were a thought,
It would be specific and placid.
But if longing were a color,
It would be a ruthless, bottomless red.
But if longing were a sound,
There would be silence.
