(Purple)xed Passions

thoughts weave a dream

in crimson and purple

you were here again

reborn, like an angel

I travelled  to day one

when you opened your door

no words were spoken

secret glances, immature

you breathed

my words

as I coloured

your senses

your vulnerability

and your warmth

i often complain

to the purple skies

about your absence

about the indifference

and the bucket full of half lies

that fails to wither

even though time flies

how long? how long?

words run dry

for they are not strong

to aid my alibi

maybe we are too fragile

to bade each other

a memorable goodbye


~ by rb on August 26, 2008.

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