Pier walks
With your steaming tea
And my hot-brewing coffee
Like my face...
It turns red
As the temperature rises
Because I get to hold you
You remained blue.
But managed to make you laugh
Even if your inner self is stewing
The sun reflects on you
Discovered your hair turns orange
Because you are mixed.
Identified by different colors...
Like how we are
We paint the world with hues
In our situation full of blues
Are we a good mixture?
YOU ARE READING
Evergreen (A Poetry Book)
Non-FictionIn the middle of chaos, I'm holding onto your evergreen. - Eric
