In the morning you were green with pink flowers. You tasted warm with hot chocolate, and had fingers as delicate as the pages of an old book. The smell of cigarettes and cheap cologne from CVS with strawberry gum lingered for what seemed like forever. The feeling never left my lungs. Everything was gray steam on strands of dew soaked grass.
In the afternoon you were sky blue with emerald streaks of light. Cola and chlorine with squinted eyes over fast limbs. It felt like the Sun and I was always out of breath.
At night you were black gold and purple. Your eyes were E major. And your lips were the water slipping off my neck. Apple cider with fire was a hazy reddish orange, and the sound of keys jingling in my pocket. Secrets slipped out of our mouths and got lost in the stars.
But then you turned into a storm of neon Green and chipped maroon paint. And I was always getting caught in the rain. You were the poison in my veins, and I was too high off yellow and dimples to notice. But when I did notice, everything around me had turned to purple and yellow. Instead of being lost in the pale boy with E major eyes and the taste of hot chocolate, I am now lost in the sun with the dim brown and blue lights and the dusty silver hum of my small table fan.
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RandomIf you want to see a sample of what my writing is like, you've come to the right place. THIS IS NOT A STORY. that means that there is NO ORDER to the chapter/page thingies.
