Words written in red

Represent the words never said.

 

All the things we wonder,

All we fear to tell one another.

Things we think about,

The things that cross our minds.

 

Somethings we wish would go away,

Some memories we wish would just fade.

 

So much trust for one another,

Wishing to confess to each other.

  Not wishing to cause a blunder,

But how much about the other do we wonder.

 

All the love we have between,

But the pressure or other people,

Is just mean.

 

 

Words written in black,

Represent the words we can never take back.

 

The promises we made each other,

The lies we said to to others.

 

How many people we have hurt,

With our harsh words of hate.

How we wish we could take them back,

But its far to late.

 

How between another

We've said we loved each other.

 

Moments where we wish we had words,

But how what little we did say,

Seemed to be the cure.

 

Somethings we can't take back.

Some are good, and some are bad.

Some are joyful and some are sad.

 

Words written in blue,

Represent the time that just flew.

 

So long it may seem we've been alone.

But how little time it takes to make friends,

Once you've been shown.

 

We've walked around all or live,

But how short our lives are at far sight.

 

Sometimes we wish our lives shorter,

We just want them to end.

 

And then the time comes,

To be taken away,

And how we long for just one more mere day.

 

Words written in pink

Represent the ink.

 

Life in and of it self,

Is one big leap,

But unlike paper,

Our past doings will never seep.

 

Forever our lives will be permanent,

We will leave this world impacting at least one.

Even if the person doesn't remember what you've done,

Or where you've gone.

 

For some reason they'll remember you're face,

Even if you left without a trace.

 

For whatever reason,

You changed their life,

Good or bad,

One will come

And you can't change that now.

 

But if you think back

On the people you've met,

How will you of impacted them?

 

Now just let that thought set..

 

 

The colors of life

Are filled with strife, stress, love, and pain.

And with all the hurt,

Only comes a form of gain.