Love by D.B
Yelling and screaming,
Looking for somewhere,
to hide.
Yearning to evoke anger and not the pain i feel inside
Pushing back tears,
Pushing me to the edge.
Pulling back the tip of my tongue,
To push forward peace.
Words the likes of my mind
would rather not hear.
How far does love go?
Not past words, but past action.
It;s there
Pink under red.
Yellow under blue.
Light under dark.
Farther than i want.
Closer than i know.
Your color imagery (red/pink, blue/yellow) is particularly intriguing. It’s the kind of stuff that would make students in an English class groan: “You mean you want us to figure out what it means?! Man, that’s too much….”