Green is the color of the forest that stretches far behind your eyes
It is the fresh spring grass rebounding under our bare feet on that perfect afternoon
It's the songs we sang for our ears only,
The tree under which we made promises and kept secrets
The gifts we gave as reminders of each other
And the art we made together.
Green is the color of the text I got the night that I lost you.
YOU ARE READING
The Poetry of Amateurs
PoetryJust some amateur poetry I wrote. There are different forms/structures for each one. I wrote this for a class assignment (Warning: Mention of Depression and Eating Disorders in one piece)
