Love is suppose to be bright and colorful
like a sunset.
But to me it's gray and foggy
like cold water on a warm day.
All I can hear are snickers
as if I'm being stalked by hyenas.
All I can taste is a sour lemon
soaking in my mouth.
The smell of smoke is in the air,
it can be a depressing feeling
like failure after the big game.
Instead of weightlessness it is as heavy
as a school bus full of children running over you.
It makes me feel as lonely
as a lost cub searching for its mother.
