When you first picked me up
After my school activities
You held my shoulder as if
I'm a very fragile object
That is going to be broken
If not handled carefully.
It was obvious, isn't it?
I'm really such a hot mess
And can break at any moment
I blame it on the things
I went through.
But, hey
I'm glad I could make it
To this day with you
By my side.
YOU ARE READING
Pastel Yellow
PoesíaI'm not so sure How are you able to see Through those thick-rimmed Glasses of yours To think that someone like Is pretty enough To be yours. What have I done For the Great King to Give me the most precious Reward I could ever acquire. ...
