Strange Colors

Strange Colors

By: Sean

It is strange how things change so fast.
It is strange how we take things for granted then regret what we have done.
Nothing can change this powerful nature that destroys all hope that we wish to take away.
What is wrong with a system that takes and takes away love when love is all we have?
How is it that we can stare one in the eye when it is us that looked away?
This is not possible in a realm of happiness and pains of hopelessness and desperation.
It is never strange that we squander love away when it comes near.
It is never strange that we break a heart when all they ever did was love.
It is never strange that we are scared of our true feelings.
Never do we blunder blinding in the cold summers night. Illuminating the dark moonlight.
A contradiction to the bliss of ignorance.
A bliss that is preferable to getting forever hurt on soaring purple wings. Forever on fire.
Burning to the dying light.
This cannot be but is forever a contradiction to what we sought all alone.
A happy thrilling ignorance so full of blind hopefulness to only be crushed and shattered.
To be hurt and sent wreathing in despair.
The feelings of a life time eternally squandered so full of that joyous spiteful love.
A life worth dying for in that cold summer’s night wrapped in utter loneliness so in love to the beat of the music’s drum.

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