i remember sliding down the door
crying i can't take it no more
before the clouds opened up
before the rain started to pour
it seems so different in hindsight
when your world was so black and white
now i'm a colourful pallet
paint and rainbows
follow wherever he goes
i remember sliding down the door
but i never hit the floor
not anymore
YOU ARE READING
paradise.
Poetrypoetry album six. your arms around me it smells like home, like footprints in the virgin snow. 10th August 2019. © 2019 Billy Waugh
