I wonder all the time why things happen and why I feel so much. These letters are my release; they are my beginning and my ending.
: Colors Of Your Skin:
: Skin Deep Four:
Scratches across a windowpane
The smell of the crisp spring rain
For I have become submerged in something I once was afraid of
The usage, the verbage, the adjective now faint
Coming back to you in a different form
I am taking that risk
The crashing of the waves against the sand
The beach seems so surreal
I came back to the place where I left you
The place where we collided into one another
The beginning and the end
The underlying canvas has thinned
Yet there is no faint shade evident
I have now befriended you
Solid and content
And there is nothing more
The sun glaring upon your bare body
Streaming aqua blue
You are still like the lace that has woven my suit
Carefree and aloof
Beige in thought
Plain and dreamlike
For we are now conversing as if no colors were peeled
For there is no accident of us meeting
You have changed your colors
For there is no such green evident
No leading unpleasant
For this is real
Our meeting was not a fluke
The verb of forgiveness was put in use
For this is how I feel:
Laying there without a care
Your profound structure glistening from within
I lay next to you
Admiring the changes in your texture
For it is no longer lined with deception
But splashed with an array of hues
It’s an eclectic tune
Designed by electric blues
Suspended are the colors
The easel no longer
Independently we lay
For the falsity had smudged away by the monsoon rains
Displaced and vanished without trace
And now we are amongst these grains
These same grains that had left my heart chafed
But no longer is that pain reeling inside me
It has drowned in the ocean
Sweeping across the ocean floors
While the suns rays are shadowing us in
But I am no longer the same
For this is what I feel:
My thoughts have been charcoaled in
I am experiencing the sin of the season
The colors of treason
The puddles of my blood are along the sand
For I am burdening myself ill
My canvas has been covered by dominant hues: The shade of maroon
I have been stained
All I can do is wait
Time is what I need
I need a filter for the time being
Black: The only color to describe what I am feeling
For the night has cast a shade on my paintings
As you lay here beside me
Holding me
Helping me
For now we are reconciling something that was once lost: A friendship
We have switched the roles
For you are no longer in need
As for I
This shadow of lust had tainted me green
Speechless I am
Twisted with my lace
I am suffocating
No longer breathing hope
For this is the end
My entry has been closed out and filled in
For this story was about us
And now I am writing about another
Expressing my feelings with hatred
And you’re comforting me
After you had once hurt me
For you will always be chapter three
Under the night sky
Talking over the wires that we control
I lay my head to rest
As my feet are buried underneath
I have come into terms with this reality
No one is meant for me
Twisted are our emotions
Memories in the making
For life is ever changing
As we are breathing the air that we are given
This was no accident
It was just another life lesson: A Transition Through Time
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