The Colour of love

How love can change swiftly without much explanation.

The colour of true love is more black then red

Dark with many complications with words not said 

Once your heart is broken it will never mend

The walls keep growing to new heights, which will never end

The luxury of a honeymoon period is to feel out of this world

Completely adored and cared for

Loved so much your head swirls

A huge smile is upon your face

Gleaming so gleefully with grace 

Excited about spending time with the one

Your walk has a new stop and screams out, "My new life has begun!"

Until you start to run in fear of the relationship being gone

Comfort is awkwardness now

Trust vanished without an explanation of how

Standing still with nowhere to go

With anger left inside to rot you away