I saw you.
You ate a strawberry.
The juice was red.
Red like how my heart became when I saw you.
Red like my eyes this morning.
Red like my shoes.
You were blue ; blue shoes, blue pants, blue hair. Every thing was blue except this strawberry in your hand.
YOU ARE READING
Strawberries
PoésieI like strawberries. I like pink. You like strawberries. You like blue. Can we be friends ?
