𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓱𝓲𝓶

han river˚

→ 021 ¦ min yoongi

puddles wet amidst the rise of cold bright weather,
flowers sprinkled with beads of water
a pair of rain boots walking around hanshui

in deep gray and blue
i guess we like the same type of colours, the ones cold in hue.

you held my hand in the morning,
as we walk and linger listening;
to almost nothing at all but just the sound of our own heartbeats

just like the sun,
you were warm,
a choice out of rue,
you weren't cold
unlike our favorite hues

perhaps you were something else, a snowflake in summer, a tea in winter, the rain in spring, and an unhealthy paradox, whom i treat as my zing.