The color of blood, roses, and your sweet lips.
How can one be so bitter and still be so sweet?
I lie in bed like a stone and dream of you.
Ocean sunsets and tiger lillies are burned onto my retinas
The cold wind bites into my skin,
and it's far too late to be so cold;
I wish that I could say the same for you and me.
Dandelions scatter the lawn
at the house where we used to live.
They make me think of fireflies,
and our children at play.
The color of your eyes and nature when fresh and new,
and now I feel so old
because I carry this dreadful weight
that I'm too weak to cast away.
The hue of my soul
vast as the sky
yet deeper still,
but never as deep
as my love for you.
I remember walking in the tide
hand in hand
our jeans rolled up to the knees
and realizing that
there never was a smile as perfect
as the one upon your face.
Like a violet surrounded in mist
I'm a haze that doesn't know what to be,
so pround, so bright,
yet, I look at the world
through borrowed eyes
that in everything
can only see you.