Mourning Colors
Mourning Colors
my hope is blue like sunlit skies
before the raging storm
as beautiful as the crimson rose
before I touched its thorn
my passion blacker than the night
it used to keep me warm
cold now like white winter ice
my tears mixed with your scorn
my shame the color of my eyes
a sad song they perform
the ballad of the times we had
a dream that left me torn
but the colors that you see
are painting my reform
for everything you took from me
I shall no longer mourn
By: Jeremy Siedlecki
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