you are wonderful
i will never be unable to see the sky in those eyes of yours and i will never want to
i told you that you were blue and the first comment after why was
blue is so sad
and i remember laughing a little and agreeing before shaking my head because love without blue we could never have the ocean a clear day a babbling brook soft nurseries and morning light
blue is many things and without blue who would i be?
youve told me stories regrets really and i remember them
pills
powder
phone calls
pallid mornings of shaking hands and angry words from your bambi turned beast
i never want you to hate me
youre so nice and lovely
a flower boy
YOU ARE READING
synesthesia
Storie brevithe production of a sense impression relating to one sense or part of the body by stimulation of another sense or part of the body
