My Sun

June 3, 2009
By GwenGirl??? BRONZE, NEVER!!!, Other
GwenGirl??? BRONZE, NEVER!!!, Other
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I wait,
Half asleep,
To watch my sunlight,
Wash all the color away,
Then slowly seep back,
As my Sun rises,

From scarlett,
To coral,
To tangerine,'s so beautiful

I look down,
Upon my hand,
Seeing all in grey,

.......then slowly,

.......EVER so slowly,

The luscious colors ambush my room,
Chasing beautiful,
Never dull greys,
Into wild reds and pinks,

The orange hues play,
All across my wall,
And I'll admit,
The colors are nice,


I miss my greys

The author's comments:
umm... i usually am not a poem-y person but.. i dont know... i woke up one morning and my whole room was in black and white so i wrote about it... btw: the colors are metaphors for love and the Sun is a guy i really like...

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