blue
my father places a bunch of forget my nots in a bathtub filled with blue dyed water to a core dark midnight shade.
he would do this when him and my mother would have an argument; never quite understood the reasoning for it being so, until my grandmother had showed me my mother and fathers old prom photos.
i soon then started to understand his concept of the blue bathtub & forget me nots; i stared at the prom album.
my mother was in a dark, core, midnight blue, dress; ocean themed hall, and the forget me nots to assure her; he will never forget that day i was born.
blue.
YOU ARE READING
I Don't Miss You: Volume One
Poetrya bunch of thoughts my heart has spilled for your eyes to read. *soon to be officially published*
