when she twirls in the middle of the dance floor, it is the colour of her dress

when she whispers in your ear, it is the colour of her lips

when you feel her throbbing passion, it is the colour of her pulse

when you see her with another, it is the colour of your eyes

when you scream at her, it is the colour of the piercing sound

when you look into her eyes for the last time, it is the fading colour of your heart falling

it is not the colour you see when she leaves...

you call me beautiful

                              but darling, don't you

              know that

                                       the beauty of sunrises lies 

                   only

        in

                                                               dust

he kissed me next to the salty ocean

well.

and when he left i drown'd in my tears of shame

after a few day his lingering smell

started to remind me of a dead sea

shell.

(a/n: i wanted to see if i could write poetry with contractions and still retain the same writing style. i guess not.)

when love became a chore (-rumpled sheets unbrushed hair treating each other as perfunctory greetings)

just an obligation, no longer a joy (-no more tender stroking of hair in the moonlight)

when we were lost (-confused wandering in a less than happy silence)

when the affinity between us was all gone (-finished ended)