Colours
The hues of my heart
dissapeared like
the sun at the west.
Too captured by
your ebony eyes to
give a damn to
the flannel grey
rubbles of my life.
Maybe I can never touch
the blue and somber sky,
but I still stretch
my hands out.
Maybe I can never fly like
the pallidly white birds,
but I still walk amidst
the ivory darkness
to reach you.
Even if I lose
my strength and fall like
the scattered dried brown leaves , I will still stand up to
look at your sweet smile
on your pink lips.
YOU ARE READING
The One sided Pessimistic Love Poems
PoetryIt's a bunch of random poems written dealing with the one sided love story of a boy. The poems are mostly pessimistic but sometimes it can change to an optimistic bunch. (PS. the poems are actually related to my life)
