the world began
with me and you
and the color blue,
our hands entwined with cobalt veins
beneath the cerulean sky.
our jeans were ripped
and our smiles were crooked
but i could die happily
with your lips on mine.
the world ended
with me and you
and the color gray,
our iron words cutting graphite hearts
beneath the smoky sky.
our dreams were corroded
and our tears were falling
but i could die happily
with your lips on his.
YOU ARE READING
the art of loving you
Poetryall the things about our makeshift love that i think about when i am half asleep. -x- [ highest rank: #274 in poetry ] [ 2015 - 2016 ]
