in the hands of a kid,
and scrutinizing eyes of adults,
snow white colored lead,
through the tip shows,
only a dull color
on a white paper.
but through the expertise,
of an artisan’s hands,
the once lifeless drawing,
became defined,
thanks to the hues,
the blending colors,
that highlight the others,
instantly make this
the answer to an obvious myth.
so when I call you,
my white color pencil,
you’ll know.
it’s my indirect way of saying;
you’re the person
who matters to me, the most.
YOU ARE READING
Bittersweet
PoetryAn anthology of poems and prose covering an unrequited first love, showing the sweet feeling of naivety, the bitterness of reminiscing the first heartache, and realizations of the fact that an unrequited love, though not a love story is still a stor...
