'The colorful ways we abuse 'love''

Colorful ways we abuse 'Love'

Dark blond hair,

Are the strings played by the wind.

I turn bright red

Upon seeing you in that pink skirt.

The store bought peach colored flowers,

Grant me a flash of your pearly whites.

You ask for my blue handkerchief,

As you dab your eyes at the chick flick we watch.

You 'love' your folks

'Love' bright colors.

'Love' my awkward sense of humor.

So when you say you 'love' me, do you really?

I hang out with my friend, and his yellow corvette.

Black storm clouds billow from your eyes, when I come in at 11 that night.

My pale white face falters.

We had a date tonight...

You 'love' your folks

'Love' bright colors.

'Love' my awkward sense of humor.

So when you say you 'love' me, do you really?

She had blue nail polish on her fingers and toes,

He a black sleeveless top, his eyes as cut as his physique.

Our views become eclipsed by them,

And our sweaty red hands slipped unable to keep their grip.

It's only when the sky is grey instead of blue,

That it's obvious how it would be awesome if we were uncontained and above everyone.

You 'love' your folks

'Love' bright colors.

'Love' my awkward sense of humor.

So when you say you 'love' me, do you really?

I loved the idea of us,

Loved coming home to you,

Loved the dash of colors you added to an otherwise monochrome existence.

But colors aren't real, Just images and metaphors right?

So now we walk away, back to back.

Realizing all too late that love is and always will be a translucent ideal,

That takes the color of its surroundings.