When I'm with you it feels like a fiesta. Colorful triangle banners flapping in the wind, dancing to the beat of the drums and the singing of the trumpets. My mind drifts to the feast waiting on the table, blessings bountiful and never-ending. I can see the smiles of the children and the paint on their cheeks. I can hear the laughter, smell the sweat, feel the beat shaking my insides. I'm so in love with fiestas but I'm more in love with you.
YOU ARE READING
eighteen.
Poetrya collection of poetry "So why do I write about you when you've already read everything? Maybe because writing is the only way I can tell you I love you without stuttering. "
