Pink
The Color of my Scars,
The Color of your Cheeks,
The Color of our Hands,
and of Mountain Peaks,
Blossoms of flowering Kisses,
Beneath the glowing Sheets,
Against all the darkness in my Dreams,
Lay me down amongst the Purple Trees,
You have faded into Nothing,
Just a Transparent Ghost,
These Colors are just Memories and Songs,
Things about you I loved the most.
👁 5💬 0
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.