Splashes of yellow all over my face.
I can't describe how happy I am.
Washes of green.
You only bring life to me.
I can't believe this love.
This growth.
Like watercolor.
It kept expanding.
Everywhere.
It filled us both.
Until it got to our lungs and we started to drown.
Our eyes started leaking the watercolor.
What was meant to be a masterpiece.
Turned out to be a fatality.
Too much water.
There was water everywhere.
There wasn't enough balance with our pigments.
We just kept pouring water.
Until it drowned us both.
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February Ashes
Poesía❝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.
