My pain
Is a spectrum of light.
You see the cool blues of rain
Where I see the beginnings of a fight.
The copper red that intrigues you
Is a fire that I know to run from.
Golden plains you so long to roam
Burn at my touch.
Eyes of blue
Copper hair
Sun-kissed, golden skin
Seems like perfection?
You'll learn soon enough.
Author notes
Written January 15th, 2006
A contest entry
- Few choices...come 'n see!! by Walking In pAiN.
300 points, ended February 3, 2006, 33 entries
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Emotion was flowing in this and so was a dark side. Great write and good luck in the contest. Thanks for entering aswell.
ashley

