Match sticks

A spark I chose to ignore,the day it came, I knew it was to stayfor evermore. The reason I hold back the tears, that stain my cheeks like blood does a woman for years. A hope I deny to I see, a rainbow I can’t fathom to foresee,for those colors I shall never be. In

White Coated Charcoal

I heard the black,darken my voice,the pain and revenge in it,vibrated all around,I felt the cold shrill,run through my spine,my eyes,as black as charcoal. I saw the white,trying to push its way through,to let me know,know, that everything is all right,I saw the glow,comforting and warm,melt my eyes,my eyes,a warmed ochre. -:D

.left to nothing right.

I looked up to the sky, hoping,hoping to see a sign of rain.Rain to wash all the thorns that pierced,pierced my torn heart. I wished I was a cloud, drifting,drifting past all the memories.Memories I’d left behind, not wanting,not wanting to tear myself,myself so there’d be no more. I glanced at my hands,hands that were