Colors/Firefly/Vanilla/Methapor

10 May 2009

I am a gray spot in a pastel room,

You are the colors that murder my gloom.

I am the withered leaf that dies on the grass.

You are the grass.

 

I am a brick on the edge of a cliff,

Waiting for you to give me a kick.

You are a firefly in a glass jar,

I am the stone that will break it.

 

You are the train that leaves at dawn,

I am the passenger that wakes up at noon.

I am the vanilla flavored ice cream,

You are the chocolate loving kid.

 

You are the coach, scouting for youth,

I am the bench player you never see play.

You are book of poetry, on beauty and love.

I am the metaphor.