Sage A. D.

Colours

When happiness exist only through your eyes,
And smiles of joy comes only through your smile,
When your touch seems so real,
long after you are gone
And your taste on my lips makes me miss you more

That’s what you call purple.
When everything is about;
and memories fill my head
when I wish you’d say something
without it been forced said.
When you call and I hear your voice
when you smile, your inner beauty shines through,
That’s what you call purple.
When we reason over related issues
of the world around us,
when we both wish things can be made
better by us.
When you leave and I wish you could stay,
when I wish things will work out okay.
That’s what you call purple.
We see it,
we hear it,
and we feel it
It becomes us
in the wake of the sun; it’s all around
you and me purple…

Poem Submitted: Tuesday, June 16, 2009

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  • stop revolving (6/16/2009 3:25:00 PM)

    yea... I've been there... But afraid to get lost...

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