Monday
8/27/18
11:57 PM
When he smiles,charming you and everyone within radius, it's the color his teeth flash. When he steals glances at you all throughout the day,it's the color of the gust of wind stealing your breath away. When he walks up to you,it's the color of the tiled floor you gaze intently at. When he asks you out on a date, it's the color his hands are turning from wringing his hands.When on your first date,lying on the grass it's the color he traces shapes out of in the sky using your finger as a pencil.When he tells you stories from his childhood, it's the color of the blanket his voice wraps around you. When he lies peacefully asleep,it's the color beneath the freckles God splashed across his skin. When you look into his eyes and see pure adoration looking back at you,it's the color of the pool you melt into.When you begin to plan out your future together,it's the color you see when you close your eyes in bliss. When he knocks on your door and asks to speak with your father,it's the sickly color he's turning. When his future father in law gives his blessing,it's the color his lungs burst with as he shouts in glee. When he drops down to one knee, it's the shock pulsing all throughout your body. When he slides a ring across your finger,it's the color bubbling out of your chest.When you walk across the aisle,it's the color of the dress trailing behind you.
YOU ARE READING
Painting the Path
PoetryWhat's the moral of this story? You don't even have to bother reading it I'll simply tell you. There will always be another way.
