Sunday morning
Cold coffe on the table
chapped lips
Covered in crimson red tint
Walk outside Like nothing happened last night.
Monday noon
Sitting on the bench
Having a marmalade
Shades on
To cover my swollen eyes.
Tuesday sunset
Amber dress
Yellow heels
Yellow bag.
down the street Head turner as they call me
But inside I know
from these pale skin I hide faded memory.
Wednesday afternoon
tired as well.
Staring at the horizon
And see nothing
But your eyes As bright as emerald.
I haven't notice that even my shadow left me Like you did.
thursday's shade
Sky change hue
Barefooted on the sand
Dead leaves dancing on the waves
The sky is redder than ever
But I am feeling blue.
Friday night
from here I see City lights sparkling. The taste of the whiskey
Lingers on my tongue,
And all I wanna do
Is blend in these indigo walls.
Saturday's dawn.
Lamp post flickers on the street
I am still awake.
escaping these ashed pain
and inside's bruised
By feeling numb
By being dumb
By turning into lilac bush.
from seven days
I live as paint,
as colorful as spectrum
Until you came as a paint stripper,
Stealing my existence,
Though I'm not even yours.