A Collection of Words

Colour

The vibrations of the drums beating with my heart
The rhythm of the trees swaying back and forth
The dark blue sky and the gentle blowing wind
Caressing me softly and calling me closer
I'm intoxicated with the sweet lullaby of his heart
The wind slowly propels me into his arms
My soul longs for him yet my judgement says otherwise
The black panther forbids it, yet I want to rebel
The vibrant intenseness of the longing in my chest
A sharp pain of red, orange, yellow, they linger but nourish me
I disobey the black panther, tear through it's darkness
I feel myself falling, where is the longing?
It has been replaced with an emptiness, for he has left me
The black panther was right, it was trying to shelter me
It picks up my heart, stitches it back up
But my chest still hurts, there's a scar where there was love
I think I'll obey the black panther from now on.