Romance

[color=Navy]
i.

She's the wrong woman
and you want
her bad.

She's a shipwreck
in a hooker's green
silk dress and you
can't wait to
take it off
her;

the more
desperate
the better.

ii.

Now, her dark
hazel gaze is
fixated right
at you,

thinking
of the same
thing;

She can't wait
to break your
heart.[/color]



***this, doesn't necessarily reflect
my view about romance, I just want to go
against the flow since most of the
previous poems were sweet
and pleasant.

Golden Yellow

My unlucky color of love,
I lost two of them with the same,
One I lost to my beloved,
And the other one to Australia in the game.
I proposed her that day-
Deep blue Indians chasing the golden yellows,
She never answered again to me,
She was raped by some unknown fellows.
That day I was wearing my golden yellow T-shirt,
And I never repeated again,
I am still weeping alone,
Don't touch me ever, I am still filled with pain.

Okay guys, I'm going to hand the winner over to Lord Viddaxion for creating such a vivid image and used the colour throughout. Second place goes to Jestalessa for the childlike, easy way the poem flowed with the colour she used.

Thank you all for entering. It was so difficult to choose as all the entries were fabulous. I'll get on with the next one. :)