color.
the rosiness
of my cheeks
blossoms when
you pass by.
(i like this shade of red, but not the embarrassing expression that comes with it.)
how does
your tanned skin
get sun-kissed
like it's nothing?
(it looks so good on you!)
i feel
the heat of that
bright starry light
seeping through me, as i'm
(i'm scared of losing my skin's pigment, to be honest.)
relaxed and
spaced out
by the grass
of long-lasting evergreen.
(it'll eventually die, that's why it's not everlasting.)
though you
don't have blue eyes,
i still admire when
you steal glances.
(but please stop! you're gonna make me smile too much!)
and
your smile
radiates as if
violets had
ultraviolet rays in them.
(and i hate that it's just your smile, when it could be someone else's!)
-
these hues,
and the way
i wish to
look at things,
wishing to
see saturated
tones, mixed
with desaturated ones,
just to
observe and
notice that we're
in a world filled with
just black and white.
-l
11.2.2018
6:58 p.m.
i had the theme in mind a few days ago, just to realize that i had no clue on how to end it, so here you go!
YOU ARE READING
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Poetryarchive of laruh's "makata" phase. i've decided this won't be taken down. mainly because i'm lazy go check my bio for where i'm active now. :>
