bruises on bruises
body and soul
black like these tears
how easy they flow
blue as my lips
in your tightening grasp
though they do speak
you wont let them be heard
red as green eyes
with the breaking morn
the colour of your love
has my heart torn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow! Not what I expected based on the title. Excellent. Very intense.