The Color of Goodbye
I do not know the paints to use...

Autumn
The breath of crisp cold air...

I have seen hell
And felt exquisite bliss...

Heartache
Burning hatred...

Just as a quick note, the poem is written in five...
Violin Shall {we} Dance...

Note: I know there are not any apostrophes in this...
As a child, my impressionable imagination...

I saw me
in those moments...

I am the acidic poison,
burning in your wounds...

What a happy Valentines Day it is this year,
certainly you, my friend, must think so too...

Horrors breathing in the night,
nightmares shuttering to life...

You told me to reach,
so I grabbed for your hand...

She was desperately in love, in a world entirely...
Living what was certainly, life's matchless...