February 4th, 2021
It was an argument, but not really. Playful banter at its worst. A color in between two others, or just the color of wine? The answer at the tips of our tongues, but we didn't share it. You said it was your favorite, following the color green. And it came as a shock to me, not because you liked the color, but because you thought it was a kind of purple. It's a kind of red.
R.K.
YOU ARE READING
Holeheart
PoesíaI am the forgiver. I am the destroyer. I'm not at fault, but I deserve to be. Poetry and Prose Volume V 2021 DISCONTINUED
