. . .
Look into my emerald eyes
See beyond the scarlet tears;
Look hard into my gunmetal heart
Numbed by the reality of ebony fears;
Fear not to venture into the crimson sea
Where my life has been drained of golden years;
Fear not to loose these chestnut chains
That were put on by my ‘green’ peers
If you can, then reach out to my sepia soul
Save it before it reaches the sapphire fires;
If you can’t, then thrust on the silver edge
To my unrealized dreams and burgundy desires;
Drown me in the aqua ocean
Or choke me with jade briers;
Drown me into the mulberry crowds
So I can spot the white liars!!
. . .
© Rk nyra