I like the way the wind feels on my skin.
I like the chills.
I like the fact that if I close my eyes for 2 seconds and open them back the sky has changed.
Sometimes pink
Sometimes purple
Sometimes orange
Sometimes red
Or yellow or grey or blue
Sometimes you.
The way you make me feel.
An explosion of color.
A chill on my neck
But just like the with the sky.
I opened up my eyes and you changed.
The sky is black now
And you? You're nothing but
G o n e.
YOU ARE READING
Memories
PoetryThis is probably just gonna be a book full of sad memories to look back on my life. Like a journal that I post for everyone to read.