[So this is a school assignment from last year and I forgot to post it on here.]

The swirls of marmalade and roses were the footprints she left behind,
I only leave a trail of shadows and snakes of indigo.
Who carry the smallest pearls in their eyes,
which gently glaze wisps of cotton and creates a song in the sky.
The same melody we would dance to that left us breathless,
and she abandoned the darkness when I fell.
Her hair of rowan berries with eyes of canaries and gentle hands with power,
they held me from disappearing into silhouettes of my demons.
I would take her hands in mine, then soon our dance began.
The soft breeze would encase our art as colors spiralled together,
warm pinks of her ballet slippers intertwined with my peacock feathers.
One day her loving hands dropped me and she was gone.
Her bright colors vanished into nothing,
leaving me to be consumed by the darkness.
Towards the end of the day, she dances in the horizon,
I chase her but she grew farther and farther away.
Now my footprints are ravens and vultures that pull apart my flesh,
and hers are marigolds that taunt me in dying light.
She drags all the color from my life and deserts me in the shadows,
now I hear a song sang by crows and owls.
So, I dance alone just as she left me.