Broken Eyes,
Drained of color,
Rid of beauty,
But still breath taking.

Dry cold lips,
Rid of sensational pink,
Warmth replaced with cold,
Soft no longer.

A pale young face,
With holes to her soul,
Lips for cushions to break the fall,
Still blank of old colors.

Love rids all of their beauty,
Broken hearts turn black and cold,
Slowly color is stolen,
No longer looking the same.

Cheeks drained of red,
Lips drained of taste,
Eyes drained of tears,
Face drained of life.

Slowly colors disapear,
Being washed away,
Love has ruined beauty,
But you wouldn't have it re-done.

you were able to last,
Able to share your feelings,
Able to connect to another,
Happiness that can never be replaced.

Still looking drained,
But come no tears,
Memories of past,
Hurt, but you're glad.

At least you've loved,
Made colors shine through,
Shown was your beauty,
Just enhanced by another.

Slowly color reappears,
Realising you were lucky,
To have actually felt love,
Colors waiting once more to be appreciated.
 
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