Her skin was velvet wine
Her hair a golden lilac
Breathing in shades of fire
As she gleamed against a molten sun
She was every fractal of light
Pierced in the contrast of night's constellations
A queen of sunset shadows
Kissing the skies in vermilion lips
He had the contours of smoke
His smile was a deep, wicked black
Devoid of shades in tangible hues
Lost in a picturesque gray photo
He was a dampened storm full of fever
Avoiding the violence and streaks of colors
Fallen in love with the faded undertones
Pressed against bloodless melancholy
She glistened with every footstep
She filtered his overcast eyes
Pink melodies blushing her presence
While fractions of gold coated his dark
He saw her as a summer art
Painting her scenes in drips of acrylics
She saw him as a winter sorrow
Teaching a whitened world to sing
Her summer needed his winter
Her colors needed his grayscale
Complimenting their emptiness
Making a picture come to life
~Kes
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Forgotten Words
PoesíaThis is a collection of my poems. It is filled with my emotions and profound thoughts of what I experience in the world around me. These are my nonsense verses.
