When things got COLD!

She cries as she speaks…

The note that was left behind had life,

And now it’s gone but this day will never die,

The letter speaks for itself,

For we know not the pain of the heart that spilled,

Flooded was this letter with emotions that were unsaid,

The truth it speaks? Or is it ‘spider spun’ lies…..

I know not what to say……

The action I dreaded the most,

The emotions I feared possessing,

The words gain freedom,

Without a second thought it slashes your heart,

The tears filled your eyes and the sight of it killed me,

I know not what I said ,

It must have been harsh,

But the intention was not to make you bleed….

And now I stand by you,

While you rest,

The coldness is sensed,

Keep you warm is what I think…

But impossible is this act…

Life demands silence and it is what I will give..

The memories and my heart will be buried with you..

The curved roads has now taken us to a dead end

Nothing I have to say but visit your grave and pray

That your soul rests in peace..!!!!!

               

                                                                     -Diana Roberts

                                                             

I fall to the ground,

When I am ready and pleased,

The hand that picks me up is special or in need,

The heart could be full or empty in a squeeze,

The eyes, speak the truth and I’m not so pleased…

The loneliness is sensed with the warmth of your breath,

The heart swells and I can tell,

Your thoughts stray away with no vision ahead,

The desperation is high to be released,

But the pain clings on with no space to breathe.

The time has come to move on and start a new,

Where this road decides to take me I know not,

The blindness I consider freedom,

For the past needs to be put to rest.

I cling on to the memories and wish not to let go,

If the past decides to haunt,

I will cast a spell, so it never returns.

What life may hold I can never tell,

But freedom is what I yell,

To the heart that no more swells.

                                                -Diana Roberts

PURPLE it is for life......

The mask is worn all over again,

The laughter and sense of humor is all fake,

My emotions are transparent,

Transparent enough,

For me to see the pain.

An eye can fall quarry to it,

But words strike hard,

The stab is deep and hard to heal.

The memories never fade,

It’s fresh like Purple paint.

The stains of memories are scared for life

Yellow is the pathway I wish to hold on to,

That was the happiness I’ve had and now I miss..!!

Green comes my way and bad luck brushes it away.

Purples are what I’m left with.

The Colors I love may not be mine.

But colors written for me,

Will be those I’m stuck with for life,

Don’t have a choice but to be fine.