you say your favorite color is blue, but--
you are sunshine every day.
I know because you've said so
also you're lighting my horizons
we wore blue for lack of yellow dye
tied and dyed and washed out
i stained my hands with your hue
but your color is yellow
ironically I dilate every time
with sunflowers and other things
you don't say much
but when you do it's bright out
and I don't miss the rain
take off the shades that hide your soul
I want to see your
sunlight.
YOU ARE READING
singular thoughts
Poetryin which she takes you on a journey through the many different trails of her mind. poetry / reflections / art ✏︎ poetry #492 copyright © 2017 by clato_maroondiamonds. all rights reserved. lowercase intended.
