('90 / America)

Colour Of Love

bruises on bruises
body and soul
black like these tears
how easy they flow
blue as my lips
in your tightening grasp
though they do speak
you wont let them be heard
red as green eyes
with the breaking morn
the colour of your love
has my heart torn

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Comments (5)

Wow! Not what I expected based on the title. Excellent. Very intense.
You truly are gifted with words.
VERY FAST AND TO THE POINT, GREAT POEM
This is beautiful... i adore the intensity...
Wow, sounds pretty vicious Amanda. Intense poem. Sincerely, Mary