I classified people as either thinkers and talkers.
The thinkers were those who lived in a nonchalant world of their own that reality was just an existent dream.
The talkers were those who avoided their thoughts, because that was where their darkest secrets awaited them.
I was a thinker. I was the only thinker. And like most instances; thinkers and talkers didn't mix.
We could've being being red and blue
And like most love stories,
We could've made that perfect lilac
But, I was a unique shade of lavender
You were a bright shade of yellow
We complemented each other.
In the end I figured brown
Wasn't an ideal touch
To the canvas love was painted on.
YOU ARE READING
Eunoia.
RomanceShe was beautiful, not in the way she looked or acted, but in the way she thought. She was a beautiful thinker.
