Sometimes watching your smile
Listening to your golden laugh
It was all yellow.
Wildflowers on meadows
Sunset on beaches
Endless sunny days
The world is melting like an ice cream in the heat
Sticky and sweet
Swimming in thick syrup
So tiring just like painting a perfect grin
And that was when I see blue in you.
YOU ARE READING
The Letter I Never Sent
Poetry'speaks the death of regret of things~ unsaid and undone'
