05/30/18
Everything is soft dreams and clouds made of dust and whispers
Grainy Polaroid pictures flash in a never-ending montage
Memories of laughter and smiles and inside jokes still vivid as
Resentment and hatred drift away in the currents of a murky river
Colour returns and so do aching harp strings playing a voice of admiration
Love?
Not quite yet
But the sun is glowing orange and dropping below eyes filled with oceans
and music notes are landing lightly on eyelashes as lips speak sweet nothings
And maybe
just maybeCupid will pay a visit tomorrow
YOU ARE READING
Water Slides and Sunflowers
PoesiaThis is a collection of poems that I wrote. I'm still an inexperienced poet, but I'm practicing to get better.