GREEN

Green doesn't lie, it doesn't cheat... 

unlike the brown who will always repeat,

it's history like a curse, clinging to his feat.

unlike the blue frozen in deceit,

the Green will not lie, it will not cheat.

brown eyes will always fool you,

enticing with their warmth, their false sincerity

then there's the blue that will always remain a little bit unattainable, 

like the abundant blue skies, you can touch but never ever really reach.

But green eyes will watch you,

with tenderness and care...

when the brown and blue have left you for good,

they will be there.

they'll be there to mend your spirit,

they'll be there to help revive your inner Lilith

unlike the brown who will always repeat,

it's history like a curse, clinging to his feat.

unlike the blue frozen in deceit,

the Green will not lie, it will not cheat.

the Green will not lie, it will not cheat. 

(Not even when faced with defeat)

it's easy to fall for the blue,

its mystery and reserve intrigues 

enchanting with only a single look, a tiny hook.

in the presence of blue 

you often let yourself become captive in its allure...

only to be awakened,

as suddenly and as heartlessly

as you were hypnotized at the very start.

in short, when blue is in pursuit, 

to remain unhinged is an extremely rare talent,

and a cold manifestation of true Art!

Then the brown will follow,

with it's soft and seemingly harmless arrow.

He will gaze deep into you,

with warmth and interest

and all the other gazes 

for which your wasted body aches,

& for which your tearful soul breaks.

He will stroke your mane, with the tenderness it takes,

For you to once again bathe happily sky-clad in amorous lakes.

But the brown can be deceiving, 

once he is no longer on the end that's receiving

the glory and the worship reserved

for knights in shining armor mounting brave stallions,

and charming princes from faerie-tales, 

leading victorious battalions.

His interest will slowly melt away

like the inevitable waning of the moon each tiring month.

His attentions will finally turn, 

to other “maidens” infected 

with the same mistrust, that first brought you him;

leaving you stranded in the desert of the lonely and lost.

Then out of the gust in a wasteland, forlorn

will come the trusty green like the sun to every morn.

and it'll gently pick up all the pieces, stay with you until your heartache ceases.

only so you can once again heal & move on,

thoughtlessly leaving it behind once again, all alone.

still, the Green will not lie, it will not cheat...

unlike the brown who will always repeat,

it's history like a curse, clinging to his feat.

unlike the blue frozen in deceit,

the Green will not lie, it will not cheat.

the Green will not lie, it will not cheat. 

the Green can speak the tongue of sorrow,

it can feel your pain and help you through it, 

come tomorrow.

just like the green of the Poet's steadfast confidante: 

the Willow 

the Green will stick around and grant your wishes 

until she herself becomes robbed of her zest,

and devoid of that essential fire, 

thus, completely hollow.

the Green will always be there for you,

in each and every lonely t’morrow...

ironically if you're not green yourself, 

all you can give back to it will be sorrow.

unlike the brown who will always repeat,

it's history like a curse, clinging to his feat.

unlike the blue frozen in deceit,

the Green will not lie, it will not cheat.

the Green will not lie, it will not cheat. 

no matter how strong the pressure 

or how ridiculously high the torture's heat.

the Green will not lie, it will not cheat. 

the Green will not lie, it will not cheat.