Black is a backdrop

To everything

So pure in its

Obscurity.

Cover my senses

With its

Velvety

Deception

And watch

As I weep

Without fear.

Red is the kiss

Of the bloody thorn,

Woven

Through the silk

Of petals cast

Without care,

Tainting

The tone

Of my pain.

Blue is the sound

Of my heartache,

Echoing

Through

Your shadow,

Only to fall

And die

Within

A whisper.

White

Is the silence

That I keep

For you, those

None-existent,

Never spoken

Words, full

Of nothing

And empty

Of all.

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©2006 Emma J J