If I were to paint you

If I were to paint you, I’d paint you red

At special times for different emotions, another hue

You can be as fiery and determined

As a searing bright meteorite

Yet, you can be as wrathful and irritated

As the most raging crimson

You can be the profoundest burgundy for love

Since you are such a loving thing

Yet you can be the color of blood

Full of pain and aching and so very acrimoniously messy

If you were a sound, I’d hear you as the rain falling

For the rain can be soothing and fun to run in

Yet it can show the double meaning inside

Of the tears sliding down your pale cheeks

If you were a smell

You’d probably be coffee

Just because you can be so vibrantly happy

And wake everybody up with your eager energy

If you were an object, I’d see you as a balloon

Because I’ve had so many pleasant memories with balloons

Ones that bring a soft smile to spread across my face

And they are amusing to possess and to play pretend with

But balloons float away

Distancing themselves from us into the cold blue sky

Reaching for the stars

While I stand alone on Earth

Bored, hurt and left behind

Author's Note

Any good?

Reviews

[Emily B]

it is very good

[.]

:: any good ? ... i think this is a brilliant piece of heart, soul, mind, imagery, art and love of course... i'm really glad i read this piece...

:: if this is autobiographical, i'm sorry about the pain... i relate to that bit too... not that that is any consolation... but at least you wrote brilliantly about it... and shared your work... and i could read it and feel at peace inside...

[A.A.Romanczuk]

"If I were to paint you, I'd paint you red" ...oh...is all that can be said about that beginning...it's like a crystal bowl that falls and shatters mesmerizing you as it hits the grounds. I look forward to watching you develop.

[Paradigm]

Thank you!

[A.A.Romanczuk]

:) welcome