**Full disclosuer: This is not one of my own personal creations. I do not claim any authority over it. It is not mine. I found it on Tumblr. No idea how old it is, but when I read it I was nearly moved to tears, and it left me breathless. This is beautiful and I thought it was worthy of sharing.**
Inspiration: Describe the color red without using the word red.
Written by: book-halfunread
When you dip her in the middle of the dance floor, it is the color of her dress. When she whispers in your ear, it is the color of her lips. When you make love, it is the trace you want her to leave all over your body. When she places her palm over your heart, it is the color that comes to the surface as her fingertips trail like a sentence that can never be finished. When you see her in your bedroom with another, it is the color of your breath. When you smash the vase in the hall, it is the color that threatens you to abandon the shattered pieces. When you scream at the top of your lungs, it is the color that pierces the atmosphere. When she hears you, it is the color of your heart falling to your knees. It is not the color you see when she leaves.
**Again, I own no rights to this amazing piece. It is not mine to claim but I think it is beautiful and should be shared.**
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A Girl in a Forgetful World
PoetryThis is a collection of all the poetry I have written. Some sadness, some happiness, and a concotion of both. Poetry is my way to vent and let my emotions flow freely. Thanks for checking it out, and I really hope you enjoy what you find! And please...
