I fell in love with red.
I began finding its allure
in everything-
Roses, cherries, faux brick.
It was all so captivating.
Days fly by and
I meet this girl;
she tells me that red is her
favorite color.
And
I try not to fall in love with her.
I really do.
But she is so captivating.
She lines her lips with red.
YOU ARE READING
Goodbye, Pastel
PoetryI wonder is you can feel it too- The discrete pockets of sunlight Slipping through on dreary days; It warms my skin and fuels my smile. I'll keep the garden, After all. {Sequel to Fake Flowers}
