Colorless ache

The eyes portrayed colorful shades

yet that one colorless ache

slipped down among them

Nobody saw but her own soul

She drowned in that one stream,

 leaving all those colors still on display

Canvas

She was one of the canvas that painted its self. She wasn’t prude but her flamey air that she lit around her was only for tasteful people to enter and stay forever. She was sweet but her sourness could make you forget the sensation of sweetness. It was something about her being passionate yet to only people that mattered and stayed for good.  Her acting up all confident was very heart trembling for her, she was never sure, yet portrayed the best of her. She knew life would give things that she didn’t wish for, but she was aware too that those were the spices needed right in her plate. A fine, well mannered, shy yet so fierce and unpredictable. She was a storming weather, turning the tornadoes into rainbows, so suddenly.