It was the light that blinded me,
the sound than deafened me.
The colors that bled with each hue,
leaving only black
and white
It was a hurricane when survival was
old; a habit - a breath.
A flood of emotions that
never killed.
It was an addiction
to love you
by hatred,
and to color you,
by naught.
An obsession, to forget
by remembrance,
and bleed
by living..
Thoughts of you, warm my bones...
3 months ago
the second stanza is perfection. I adore it ;)
Really? Thank you sweet thing =)
Yasmine commented that you wrote a great blog...and she is correct. So I just stopped by to say "Howdy!" and got to read a most
remarkably-written poem.
The same age-old girl-boy experiences. Only Peeps exempt were in the story of Adam and Eve. They HAD to stay together--there were none other--grin!!!
Thanks a lokt =) though I don't really get the last part =D