They thought the rainbow's color was seven,
But in my eyes was eight, though uneven,
For when my brown orbs laid eyes on you,
Red is the first thing that came in my hue.
My face twisted and turned with a gleaming smile,
As your grins made cities glow a thousand more mile,
With the Orange rays of sunshine and city lights,
It felt like I can face a million more fights.
Then the warmth, slowly but surely, turned warmer,
As the distance we covered together went farther,
The bonds we once had, like a tree, started to grow,
And like a midday sun, it shone, t'was all Yellow.
But like those typical relationships I had,
The warmth grew cold and lonely and sad,
Greener than the gritting teeth as I witness,
You laughing with someone else, while I felt loneliness.
You tell me it was nothing and that there's nothing wrong,
Even when I saw those hugs and kisses that went long,
Then my mind, like a dynamite, was blown.
You don't love me, I was Blue like I've never known.
Then you became distant and you became too busy,
It became your habit and my mind went fuzzy,
Then she became your addiction and you let me go,
And as your best friend all I see was Indigo.
And like a doomed, gloomy, shade of Violet,
My heart was shattered, while my eyes lit,
With a smile, ever so fake, never so true,
Those unsaid words vanished, with you having no clue.
If you wonder what the eighth color is,
I'm sure this color is what you'l never miss,
Because this swallowed my heart filled with cracks,
And my once warm heart was now covered with Blacks.
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Poems From Icewrack
PoesíaWith a frozen breath escaping my mouth, And burning desires coming from the south, Behold are poet lines written in rhymes, Which will send you far to the northern crimes. It will show you love, like it's never burned, It will freeze your heart, 'ti...
