pretty colours

acrossssSsssshittt

I was dead to it
til I washed myself in red
and screamed out to it
so it invited me to drink
it was a pretty thing
we were innocent
til surrounded by faces… and limbs
on my right
and on my left
and facing me sat this thing
I was ashamed, I was red
I looked to the floor
where I envisaged

the black, the green, the orange

it had eyes I'd looked into before
it had a face I'd never touched before
it had a heart lying on the colourless floor
and as I prepared to hit the road
it veered towards me
the black, the green, then the orange
and though I was dripping red
dirtying the floor
it rose to embrace me
and embrace me it did
and after it let me go
I broke that which lay on the floor

The evening started so pretty
Ended like a horror story

Sorry

To me black’s most pretty
You were always better off
Without me

pandora

there can not be a soul better off without you, can't be

I love black but I love green more

I like your pretty colours
thank you

mikalina

Thank you for sharing - your story of colors...