It's funny how people describe it,
it's funny how they know.
It isn't like someone tells you,
which I guess kinda blows.
I knew far before that day,
the day you handed me a rose.
I knew from the very begging,
I didn't feel over exposed.
And it wasn't like my heart flip flopped,
but instead the soul just kinda knows.
I couldn't believe it at first,
so I froze.
And I felt like I was watching
the first ever snows
drifting from the heavens
and that how my soul knows.
YOU ARE READING
Color Me Gray
PoetryIt's about my life in a way. A lot of my poetry stems from things I go though. And Unfortunately I only update when something makes me generally upset or overjoyed. I'm happy with whatever feed back.
