Colorless Petals
All these words, bleak
Feelings of some sort
Truths; answers I seek.
But to express my words fall short.
Tell me my love what meaning
Do you see, if any?
In these feelings intervening.
Do I write more? How many?
Love is the reason I bled.
All for what; I did not think.
Pitch-dark petals don't bleed red
Just stains of black ink.
And when I watch the pain die.
Look back; words no longer rhyme
For a love like the blue sky
That forever changes with time.
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