Faded Colors

February 15, 2017
By Morgen_M SILVER, River Grove, Illinois
Morgen_M SILVER, River Grove, Illinois
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I used to be a bubbly pink,
I could feel it in my soul.
You came along,
a gentle frost blue,
with tan skin and satin black hair.
Our love for each other
grew into an unripe wisteria.

You found a velvety crimson red,
one day on the train to work.
And I became your damaged scarlet,
empty chrome,
and a hollow gray,
with nothing left
but my faded pink reflection.

The author's comments:

I chose to write this piece due to the inspiration of crayon box colors. I chose certain colors that had appealing names and I altered the names using sensory words to create my own crayon box. 

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Chekers said...
on Feb. 24 2017 at 5:03 pm
Love this poem!!!!


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