I drew your world
And I painted it
Blue
Blue like your laugh
Like your soul
Like your eyes
Blue like your joy
Like your love
Like your smile
Because blue was the color you looked best in
And it was also mine
So I painted you blue
But now who am I?
YOU ARE READING
The Scrambled Philosophies That I Call Thoughts
PoetryThe scattered musings about love and life by a(n) (a)musing girl who knows little of either.
