An Assortment Of Words

Observe these syllables I have arranged in no particular order and pretend to feel some sort of way. Featured story, highest rank #2 in poetry All rights reserved © #Wattys2016

Colors

The drought was the very worst When the flowers that we'd grown together died of thirst It was months, and months of back and forth You're still all over me like a wine-stained dress I can't wear anymore Rain came pouring down when I was drowning That's when I could finally breathe And by morning gone was any trace of...