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The gentle touch of your lips on my cold forehead
The soft kiss on my  palms, and I wake up, I look at you
You say It's morning, you say you love me, then you leave
Do you know what you leave behind , It is not me

Now, the world is black and white, all is concrete and ugly
The walls are pure cement and sand, and open land
There are weeds growing on the bed, and I cannot leave
When the black and white world sits behind my back,

Watches, waits for me to move,  I will not move
Keeps taking all the light, dims my hopes and breathes my air
I cannot look, I cannot pray, I cannot make a sound
I crawl in bed, my arms around my knees, I wait for you

The day is almost dead, and now you are home
You take me in, you dip me in a big bucket of rainbow
You soak my every cell with every color that is
And I am me again, I can see again, I can breathe again

And my black and white world crawls down my legs
With his tiny wrinkled  hands, he runs in shame
Hides behind the door, waits for the next morning
When you leave, he sneaks back to my bedroom

Sits right behind me, breathes my air, and I cannot look
Will I make it today, will he spare my life today
I cry voicless, I cease, then I cry again
Love,... Love,...
This poem makes me scared near the end, and gives me a shiver.

Happy to hear what you think guys :salute:

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SunshyneRaynbow Featured By Owner Nov 28, 2012  Student General Artist
Beautiful piece. Lack of punctuation makes it a bit hard to read, but that just might be because Im sick
Mrs-Freestar-Bul Featured By Owner Nov 28, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you my dear:bow: I think there is enough punctuation :) but maybe not enough cause the whole story is told by someone who is scared and terrified.
Hope you get well soon :petting:
MustafaSEZER Featured By Owner Jun 17, 2012  Hobbyist Photographer
Amazing,thank you so much dear friend for sharing :hug:
Mrs-Freestar-Bul Featured By Owner Jun 18, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you so much for reading :bow:
MustafaSEZER Featured By Owner Jun 18, 2012  Hobbyist Photographer
My pleasure dear friend :)
evryrosehasitsthorns Featured By Owner May 25, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
I think most of my world is pretty black and white. It's gotten blacker and whiter with time. I used to have an imagination that ran rampant, eyes that saw the multitude of colors in the vast world around me, ears that heard the lulling sounds of nature, skin that felt the warmth of the sun... Most of the 'color' in my life is from reminiscence, spurts of happiness talking to a select few, and spurts of mania every now and then. To have someone who could just bring all the color rushing back... That'd be nice.
Mrs-Freestar-Bul Featured By Owner May 25, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
It's really hard when that happens to you. I can imagine how bad it can get. I hope you find a way out. Someone who can offer you a rainbow one day.
Thank you so much for reading:bow:
evryrosehasitsthorns Featured By Owner May 25, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you. =] And you're very welcome.
tas-poetry Featured By Owner May 10, 2012
Amazing. When the person you love is the only thing in your life that puts a smile on your face, it's beautiful and tragic at the same time. I feel this way quite often and people tell me that it's not right. They say happiness should not be contingent on your relationship with one person. I guess it's true, but sometimes I can't help myself. Anyway,enough of my rambling. This is a gorgeous poem. I relate to this world of black and white. :hug:
Mrs-Freestar-Bul Featured By Owner May 10, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Believe me my friend, you are right to feel that way, your happiness can depend on that person alone. This poem is just about how I feel sometimes when my husband leaves for work( I got married 6 months ago :) ) It feels like if he is not there with me then the whole world doesn't make any sense, nothing is the same or worth it.

I'm happy you loved my poem, I highly appreciate your opinion my dear :hug:
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