The color of your eyes.
The color blue.
Everything was so peaceful and mesmerizing.
Blue.
Your blueberry eyes.
Your ocean eyes.
Everything was blue.
You are the only the shade of blue I want.
Blue.
The color blue.
Always makes me think of you.
Dear, blue.
YOU ARE READING
February Ashes
Poesia❝From an everlasting flame, to a pile of ashes in the forest❞ A bunch of poems about how he met, fell in love with, desired, missed, broke, was broken by, hated, lost and got over the deepest love he ever felt. most impressive rank: #1 in poems.
