Rainbows of tears

Our words met, before our eyes.
No sooner the laughter consistently spilt from my lids in surprise of my find. Our filthy tongues twisted as our salacious minds drifted into darkened corners of debauchery

Red tears of linguistic torture flourished

Our minds then found a familiar sound, upon wants and desires behind the lives we’ve created. Our tongues found new flavours of truth and of lies, a connection beyond our deepest convictions

Orange tears of tainted pasts poured

Our days connected opposing split skies, story lines plotted and jotted each time the sun stung my awe inspired eyes. A best friend found abound an alternate realm. Hearts felt at home

Yellow tears of sheer joy just rolled

Relations dipping of old, pining for our shared time. Envious and concerned for their standing in our minds lives. A step back to reflect on any pains being profoundly perpetrated

Green tears of pastures trodden tumbled

Upon reflection our connection more valued than rejection, wanting to add instead of subtract, time together retracted for the greater good of said souls, separate to momentary fleeting goals

Blue tears of loss crossed hearts

Devastation cast the blackest of all clouds, resounding sounds of deathly wails. Shattered lives, sorrowed demise of all that was before. Nothing now sure, never wanting reversal more

Indigo tears sinking in inked streams

Skies of sets and rises continue to force our eyes to see. Looking up the only option, in place of buried dreams. Cries of multi faceted hues bemused by futures now incomprehensible

Violet tears paint hope filled years

So Red raw ~ Orange of more.
Into Yellow swell ~ Green ex spell
True Blue fair ~ Deep Indigo despair
Arched abreast a Violet caress

Rainbows of tears
Filling golden pots in fear
That the rains won’t ever end


12 thoughts on “Rainbows of tears

  1. thesacredroad

    Darling. So very raw and truthful. Blessed to experience your pen even in the toughest of times. May it be take way in which your battered heart may heal. And for when it doesn’t may we shoulder the burdensome pain of healing with you instead. Xo


  2. Time

    When Pandora opened the box, array of vices came out. Red for rage, green for greed, yellow for sickness, indigo for insanity, yellow for poverty, orange for hatred but finally what came out… Violet for hope!


  3. submit2will

    Painful and poignant, yet beautiful and amazing! Your words caress my dreams as violet tears course through your pen to my love. Gorgeous!



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