started then
exchanging of papers became daily
she'd wake up like its a duty
he'd walk up to town even he was busy
papers weren't black anymore
it was white flat
he said he used colors as emotions
she said she loved colors, each of them not as emotion
we haven't seen each other yet, i'm leaving anytime soon.
YOU ARE READING
hard sweet letters
Poesíai love you is too mainstream. [ © 2014 greyfilmplaying ] poetry #200 | short story #460