Changing ColorsA Poem by EstherI wrote this one on April 13th, 2016. I have not graduated school and I still do not like the morning hours. I was hoping if I wrote that outcome, it would eventually happen.
It's three-forty-six in the morning
And you should be sleeping, But your mind is fixated on his warm smile-- How you adored it so much. It causes a deep pain in your stomach Because your lips are stained with every passionate kiss, And your soul is painted in the colors of every memory you had with him. The colors were once so vibrant and lovely, But they now remain a blurry grey. It's four-fifty-two in the morning And you should be sleeping, But the flowers in your mind are dying And the stars in your eyes Are losing their light. The room is dead silent, But your ears are filled with every argument And how he said "I don't love you anymore." It's seven-thirty-three in the morning, But it's about a year later. You've graduated high school but you're awake anyway-- You've grown to love the morning hours you always used to despise. You don't think about him much anymore. He's gone and he never did come back, But it's okay. Your mind is fixated on a better future-- It causes a feeling of hopefulness. Your lips are no longer tainted with his absent kiss But are delicately coated in light pink lipstick. And your soul has painted new colors A thousand times more vibrant and lovely than they ever were. © 2016 EstherReviews
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