This could be the last year of officially not hearing a phone call
Her eyes got blue when she realized she couldn't do the same
A rolling cloud faded away
I was tired of writing about the Sun
Perhaps when sometimes stuck in the past
All someone can think about is the Sun
But this was not the case for me
Just have been dreaming of hearing from you again
You visit my dreams so often
Perhaps that's how we communicate,
When I sleep
And I am okay with that
As long as I remember your green eyes
With the splashes of gray, hazel, and blue
But don't allow blue to be too blue
I want to see everything all at once
And remember all the beauties of the world you once showed me
Because an artist can't think of an idea for a canvas without seeing something in specific
And my biggest inspiration to all the biggest holidays
Is now what you taught me
A grandma's love and teachings
Should be one of the most important lessons in life given to a small child
I will pass down what you taught me
I know how to paint your green eyes very well
YOU ARE READING
Flaws
PoetryLet us just say three words: Beautiful Organized Chaos. Some short writings that sum up subjects that already passed yet still others exist and grow. I hope you take something from my writing and hold onto it whenever you need to hear a second voic...
