Baby blue, so warm and so fuzzy,
Popping a sweet mint that tastes like cotton candy,
Silent breeze over the ocean, soft spray of springing water.
Yet so sad so lonely,
So cold so forgotten,
Inspiration without any temptation of re-creation.
Black, so bold and so daring and misunderstood,
Even mysterious up close to the heart,
Traped in old forgotten but bumpy roads,
The steam of tires marking the road.
This is how these colors make me!
Gabcast! Poetry #1This is how these colors make me!
No comments:
Post a Comment