Black,
Not unlike midnight.
Blue,
not unlike skies.
Red,
not unlike blood.
White,
not unlike snow.
Green,
not unlike me.
Beautiful,
like the memory of a snowflake.
Gone,
like a whisper carried by the wind.
Slow,
like my heart's song.
Green,
not so unlike the grass.
Loud,
not unlike my heart's beat.
Not to be held,
just to be watched.
Not to be seen,
just to be gazed at.
Not to be heard,
just to be listened to.
The wild tune that's my life.
Dark,
not so unlike the end of the tunnel.
Dark,
not so like my dreams.
Dark,
not so unlike my past.
Crystal,
Clear as is my life.
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Kill The Flame
PoetryShort poems relating to some common life experiences and situations. For updates, whenever I feel the inspiration to write something. Might be after a day, a week...who knows
