Tuesday, December 30


(This was written in 2007.)

Faded memories are the colors of his torn jeans, he chose.
Sadness is the color I wear on my clothes.
Crows is the flock of girls under his control, he knows.
Lime is the color of ivy, my facial expressions expose.
Decay is the color of smiles, he shows. 
Crimson rose is the color of my fragile heart, he presuppose.
Clear is what he wants me to see in the mirror, I diagnose. 
© Tiffany Ann Adkins 2015 - 2019