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  Aug 2014 Elli
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Love is not colorful.
Love is black and white.
My tears are blue,
the blood I bleed is red,
my bruises purple,
my envy green.
All these feelings
are technicolor,
demanded to be seen;
felt.
Love sends your mind into a
black out.
Love is just passion fading from
white to grey.
Love is just a blank page;
the light from heaven.
Living is colorful.
Loving is death.
Elli Aug 2014
Before:

The world can crash and burn
and everything would still be fine,
because I still have the light that guides me
and warms me to the bones.

After:

The world can go to hell for all I care,
and darkness lives within me
for I am lost;
Sharp cold protrudes my lungs,
and I feel death is beside me.
(still editing)
Elli Aug 2014
sometimes you're the sun on a bright and sunny day
and sometimes you're a raincloud on a gloomy day
but nonetheless they are both needed for flowers to grow
under your feet

I've seen the worst of your thunderstorms
and the best of your radiant days where you shine the brightest
and I choose both
because I love you nonetheless
and I will be the rainbow after your storm
and the stars that will keep you company at night
Elli Jul 2014
they asked us what is our relationship,
you answered "nothing"
Elli Jul 2014
A mother would cradle a shoe
it is not a pair for it was lost,
and still damp even after a year.
Every night she takes it out of her special box,
a picture of a girl with a bright smile was inside,
including cards she gave her, with poems within them.
She hugs the shoe as if it's her own child,
remembering how she bought it for her as a christmas gift last year,
too bad it is not a pair anymore.
The mother can still hear the splash of water as it hits the rocks,
carrying this pair of shoe.
She lulls the shoe as if it's the most important thing in the world,
only because her real treasure is long lost gone.

The other pair is still lost and buried underneath the pebbles and dirt
of the raging river,
and this is the only way it gets to be with its owner.
Elli Jul 2014
I've been here before
grey and tattered walls
secluded and small
where i stay up all night
playing sad melodies

pray for me dear,
that i may break the surface
pray for me,
even a smile will help

because i'm all alone again
stuck in this place again
no one to go home again
Elli Jul 2014
i always feel helpless
even when i'm around you
because stars that seem to be
just right beside one  another
are actually separated
by a great,
great

d i s t a n c e
and i can't reach you
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