Tuesday, February 17, 2009

The Colors in my Morning Drink

Frequent coffee headaches
and kisses goodbye
grow safety blankets
out of hair.
Simple colors for simple dreams
become hard to discern
when combinations don't blend
like we wanted.
Water always mixes with my vibrant hues
and they run away
(so fast)
only their ghosts are left behind;
the pastel colors of dried up tears.