🧡 i remember when we used to pick the Marigolds, orange sun shining brightly painting our bodies, giving it a glow 🧡
🧡 i'd wake up to the sound of your sweet, feminine voice humming a tune, a smile on your beautiful face 🧡
🧡 i spend days and nights traveling the world to find you not realizing, you are the world 🧡
🧡 i go to the library everyday, hoping a book titled in big orange letters, "why i love you so much" would be there waiting for me 🧡
🧡 smile! as the camera shutters my heart flutters at your award winning smile, the orange scented lip gloss glazed on your lips gave off a glow from the sun making you look ethereal 🧡
🧡 our bodies would light up in excitement hearing the ice cream truck song blare through the little white speakers, our favorite orange popsicles we would pick for just a single dollar as we sat on the sidewalk, eating away happily 🧡
🧡 i always told you every time we walked past the flower shop that i'd want to hold a bouquet of tulips in our wedding. you'd just laugh and told me that'll we'll see 🧡
🧡 you'd buy me anything just so i wouldn't leave you but you didn't know that it won't only hurt you if i leave, it'll hurt me too 🧡
🧡 i love you 🧡
🧡 and i hope we can fly away together in a world where we are free, just me and you 🧡
YOU ARE READING
Colors Of The Rainbow
Poetrya short lesbian story but rainbow-y and aesthetic-y and uh....sad-y...