What are we?
Sensitive hearts she replied,
The sky hardly ever looks
This indigo,
Everything feels uneasy,
Where did the yelling come
From?
Fresh glass spilled
Of lemonade,
Anxious beating
It rumbles through,
Look at sky
Why is the view
So chromatic
YOU ARE READING
Reminiscing Indigo
PoetryHi! If you read my previous garbage just know I've gotten way better! I thought I would give watt pad another try to express my writing skills though I've developed I'm still an amateur at it
