January 13, 2022
Gone are the morning skies,
Adorned with rose colored glass,
And bristling optimism gone unmatched...
Instead, the winter sunrise carries
A wash of mellow blues and
A silent acknowledgement from
You to me and me to you:
It matters not if the sun chooses to
Dance with rose-colored gowns or
Brilliant scarlet dresses,
What matters is it rises for another day,
Another chance, bringing all
Its warmth and love alongside it.
YOU ARE READING
A Testament to When I Loved You
PoetryA collection of poetry following the feelings of someone falling in love for the first time, although never quite making it anywhere, from the beginning to the end. Or, a testament to when I loved you without really understanding you. ----
