Colors Of The Wind By Vanessa Williams Lyrics Novels & Stories

After I was reborn, I burned every photo I had with Natalie Landers and tore up the three years' worth of love letters Kristen Rhodes had written me. In my last life, I'd been nothing but a joke caught between those two women. Natalie swore she loved me, but the moment I gave up my study-abroad spot for her, she left the country with Freddy Palmer. Before she left, she wrote me a letter, saying, "He needs me more than you do." I spent three months falling apart. Kristen brought me dinner every night and told me, "I've waited eight years for you." Once we were together, she came home on time every evening and never so much as looked at another man. I thought I'd finally bet on the right

“This is for someone I don’t deserve but want anyway.” Her eyes widen. Then I play. It’s a song I started writing the night we met. I didn’t know then who it was for. But every line now screams Blue. She was a blue butterfly in the summer heat Just out of reach, just out of beat I thought I was chasing, thought I could win But turns out, she caught me in the wind I never liked blue—it meant heartbreak and rain That kind of color always whispered pain But now it’s her, and now it’s true

Dela’s whispers of promises of my blood-filled future making it hard to breathe. The sky grew dark, and the wind became harsh. My hair whipped across my face stinging my skin. The trees began to lit on fire, the life around me rotting, shrivelling up to nothing before bursting into dust. They laughed and sang. I tried to run, but I was cemented in place. My voice was a mere whisper as I tried to tell them it wasn’t true, tell them to get away. I felt warmth fill me. I heard a sweet voice telling me to come back, telling me it wasn't real.

Soon another thought clouded her mind with doubts. Give me the sky and I'll paint it blue, Give me the earth and I'll paint it red, I'm the goddess of my own soul, Give me the love and I'll paint you aglow... All Hearts !

I saw you standing in a side street Your hair was golden like the sun shining I see you pictured in my wildest dreams You are haunting all my fantasies What are you doing here? Why did you take my heart with you? I'm caught up in your perfect storm You take all my breath away You are sky blue Your eyes the windows of my demise They are sky blue Please take me out of my misery Wait. Is he..... Is he singing about me? Now I've just become delusional. There's no way he is singing about me.

Three years into our marriage, my husband, Colin Richardson, changed the username he'd used for six years. It became "AThousandAnswers." I asked him why. Colin ruffled my hair and smiled. "Doesn't your name have 'Ann' in it, silly?" I laughed. I even took a screenshot and posted it on social media with the caption: "My hopelessly unromantic husband just surprised me with the sweetest gesture." Then last weekend, I drove his car to pick up my mom. When I connected my phone to the bluetooth, another paired device popped up: "LoveHasAThousandKnots." Love Has a Thousand Knots. A Thousand Answers. My hand slipped off the steering wheel. That night, while he was in the shower, I opened t

Although it had been a Freudian slip on Nick's part, I knew he meant it. Beautiful pinks and yellows claim the sky as the sun sets, and a cool breeze blows off the bay. Not being able to resist, I leaned forward, turned the switch, and rolled down the windows. The pungent smell of diesel fuel from the bay also wafts through the car, silencing my soul song and snatching me back to reality; now I am fighting the door handle for release.

The canvas where still there, but it seems it's been a years, cause it's now fading. I sighed there. I tried to divert my eyes for every direction, but I can't see him properly. But when a strong wind embrace me, my heart ache. It swept my hair when I noticed my tears slipping. Like the wind carressing me where making me numb for the pain that I've been feeling.

My wobble knees were almost vibrating in the white sneakers, I had on. Other hand was just at the side of the flowery dress I had on. My eyes loitered to the crowd’s impatient faces, till I found Cole’s… He gave me a re-assuring look. “Well I think we…all know this piece by Whitney Houston,” I muttered before I started. “Clock strikes upon the hour And the sun begins to fade,” My voice was a husky mess. It looked like no one was even interested. “Still enough time to figure out How to chase my blues away,”

"Love is the strangest thing in the world The wind carries away our shared sorrows The wind forgets the scars and secret wounds The winter wind whispers in the morning The golden dawn reflects in the sea The waves rise and fall, life feels lonely The cold bites the hands, but the heart is warm Embracing the traces of love, waiting for a shadow” As the song goes on, I cast a glance across at Henry, who appears not interested in the melody. He strokes her back and waist as a mysterious woman appears alongside him. My eyes become wet without my recognition, and my fingers continue to dance like frogs. “Someone calls my name from afar