isabel grossbart Poems

black, blue, purple and green
all these colors dont mean a thing
i see them all day
i see them all night
...

Nothings meant to last
But that's a lie
The love I had for you
It never really died
...

Baby i hear you
i know, i understand
hiding from the truth
will hurt me in the end
...

For those who want to know
I was a ball of fire,
radiant light cascading out of me
but years have gone by
...

these memories burn
like the tip of a cigaret
holding me captive
deep in my mind
...