Nobody Knows

NOBODY KNOWS

Twilights fades fast

It´s like I can´t see the sky

Fragile like glass

A heartbreaking goodbye

A gray that is fading as distance grows

But the color of love

Nobody knows

 

Longing is black

I can´t see where you went

Sorrow is white

While reason is transparent

A gray that is fading as far as time goes

But the color of love

Nobody knows

The orange sunrise

Such beauty wasted

The depth of green in your eyes

Before the regret you tasted

A gray twilight is fading as the stars are exposed 

But the color of love

Nobody knows

Reviews

[Tate Morgan]

THE colors of our world l;ike the colors of our emotions are varied and repleat Nice to see you again

[Johanna]

Thankyou :) Yup.. finally some time for heart and poetry

[Tate Morgan]

ah well you are young you have forever

[Johanna]

yeah.. but I missed it, just added a new one just now :)

[Tate Morgan]

you will go on to write into your aged youth as we,ll and one day you will look back and treasure these days

[Opeyemi Jide-Ojo]

I love your picture representation of feelings. Like a painting with a void somewhere; no color for love. Good work.

[Wórdsmíth]

"The depth of green in your eyes
Before the regret you tasted " .. The orange sunrise gets reflected in these lines. Beautiful poem, I think, I really love the way you write some refreshing poems. Very Beautiful.

[WritersRankings]

This is delicious reading, I can sense the words almost with my body, like a primal cave painting of a poem. I am a fan of your writing, though I Did not recognize you in it, and that's what I like the most. The use of color and the weaving of dreams, these colors fade but always repeat in the lives of others again.

[Yours Truly]

Love the rhythm and how you phrased your work :)

[Patricia]

This is very well written. Love the repetition and the idea is unique. Love the ending. :)

[ScottWinchester]

Listen to you, going deep as usual lol.

The last three lines are the highlights of an already beautifully written piece of poetry. Your skill level is increasing; I should know, having read your earliest poems as well.

A gray that is fading as far as time goes... wonderfully written, Johanna. You only improve, in vision and craft.

[Avinash]

Its flow is like a beautiful song and choice of words quite soothing to the restless hearts.

[Simon Welsh]

Such awe within these words. Nicely written.

[Kieta!]

Very cool; great job!! :)