Changing Colors

I wrote this one on April 13th, 2016. I have not graduated school and I still do not like the morning hours. I was hoping if I wrote that outcome, it would eventually happen.

It's three-forty-six in the morning

And you should be sleeping,

But your mind is fixated on his warm smile--

How you adored it so much.

It causes a deep pain in your stomach

Because your lips are stained with every passionate kiss,

And your soul is painted in the colors of every memory you had with him.

The colors were once so vibrant and lovely, 

But they now remain a blurry grey.

It's four-fifty-two in the morning

And you should be sleeping,

But the flowers in your mind are dying

And the stars in your eyes 

Are losing their light. 

The room is dead silent,

But your ears are filled with every argument

And how he said "I don't love you anymore."

It's seven-thirty-three in the morning,

But it's about a year later. 

You've graduated high school but you're awake anyway--

You've grown to love the morning hours you always used to despise.

You don't think about him much anymore.

He's gone and he never did come back,

But it's okay.

Your mind is fixated on a better future--

It causes a feeling of hopefulness.

Your lips are no longer tainted with his absent kiss

But are delicately coated in light pink lipstick.

And your soul has painted new colors

A thousand times more vibrant and lovely than they ever were.

 

Reviews

[Yashvii.]

It's Amazing. Nice Work....

[Drama Child]

Enjoyed this! Nice read! .....

[Esther]

Thanks so much :)

[Karmee]

Wow, I really enjoyed this write here

[Esther]

Yay! :) thank you

[Coyote Poetry]

I liked the story told and the below lines.
"Your lips are no longer tainted with his absent kiss
But are delicately coated in light pink lipstick.
And your soul has painted new colors
A thousand times more vibrant and lovely than they ever were."
Life changes us. I like the use of time and the thoughts leading to strong ending. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Esther]

Thank you!! :)

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome.

[Raven Wyntermoon]

I enjoyed the 1st section of your poem.
You captured that sensation of first love beautifully.

Your 3rd section felt rushed to me. The rushing could imply that you are forcing the matter to change now instead of waiting for that process of change to happen naturally.

Perhaps, you may consider re-working the 3rd section to where you can capture the anticipated emotion & change of what is to come.

Kudos

[Esther]

Thank you! And yeah I think it's rushed as well. This ones an old one, I wrote it back in April but I wanted to share it on here.