If emotions were colours, would despair be black?
the dark side of joy, the flip side of love,
worn down and dull, edges all cracked,
a familiar place of never enough.
Loneliness would be flat, insipid and grey
when even hope has given up
and crawled shamefully away.
Misery like a bruise
the colour of abuse
and is jealousy green? or more like red?
both seem to take over
and blend, reluctantly, inside my head.
So what shade is happiness?
A sunny day? A compliment due?
It matters not
when I'm loving you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Not sure on this one...I get the feeling it doesn't like me...*smile*