Under The Apricot Tree

Your life is so colorful It contrasts a heart so dreadful You pick and choose For your benefit, others lose Red is the color of my rage Which cannot translate to this page It burns with everlasting strength For the rest of my life, no matter the length Orange is the color of the sun Which casts a spotlight on you to shun The mistake you made In the kiss you stole to parade Yellow is the color of happiness Which in my heart, replaced with emptiness That consumes me so that I may not give My right to forgive Green is the color of your envy Growing as though it were poison ivy Spreading discomfort to all who touch you And so I hope this is a day you will forever rue Blue is the color of my eyes That see through your disgusting lies Your deception cannot hide Soon no one will be on your side Purple is the color of deep welts I wish to inflict with an array of belts You stole my love Which you yourself are barren of

You were my love, and she my friend But now both have come to an end You have broken my fragile heart The last of my trust, torn apart. I lay here, my heart hollow Tears fall with great sorrow As I think of your soft lips And hands on her hips. What was there to gain Besides my unimaginable pain? You were the only one whom I could trust But can I leave you behind if I must? For nearly three years you were my life And I find myself struggling with this strife To stay or to go I do not know.