| April 2, 2016 | 11:36 pм |
Green.
lιĸe тнe color oғ the weed we smoke.
Red.
lιĸe тнe color oғ oυr love;
oυr paιn.
Yellow.
тнe color тнe rιѕιng ѕυn,
reмιndιng υѕ тo enjoy wнaт we are gιven тoday.
Blue.
lιĸe тнe color oғ every тear ι crιed.
Grey.
lιĸe тнe ѕĸy on a raιny day,
A conѕтanт reмιnder тнaт ι'м noт oĸay.
Purple.
lιĸe тнe ѕĸy rιgнт вeғore тнe ѕυn ѕeтѕ and reмιndѕ υѕ we ѕυrvιved anoтнer day.
Black.
lιĸe тнe color oғ мy нearт and ѕoυl aғтer ι мeт yoυ and waѕn'т тнe ѕaмe.
YOU ARE READING
↠leттerѕ ι never ѕenт↞
Poetry| ѕтarтed: aprιl 1, 2016 | Book One | Nate, Nothing can really compare to those days we shared. The way your eyes met mine and the way I fell. Slow yet quickly. It was slow as I hadn't noticed I was falling for awhile... But when I did notice everyt...
