At a very young age the odd names of each crayon taught me to be descriptive.
Fresh cut grass is shamrock
The ocean is indigo and cobalt blue
Sunsets are wild watermelon and atomic tangerine
Sadness is periwinkle Pain is absolute zero
Anger is brick red Frustration is mahogany
Love was rose quartz,
Love is now dull rose dust
My tears are periwinkle
My hands are brick red
I don't blame him, I just miss him, I miss feeling every shade of pink
I miss his magic mint and blizzard blue eyes
His cinnamon satin lips
I miss the vivid violet memories and the hum of his wintergreen dream suburban
I bloomed to carnation pink and he told me I was homemade peach ice cream
He no longer describes me but at least I know,
That his favorite color is forest green and mine is purple mountains' majesty and together we made the perfect scenery.
last line was like POW yes. i loved it
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ReplyDeletei love this
ReplyDeleteSome cool colors here.
ReplyDelete"I miss feeling every shade of pink"
adding the colors was a perfect touch
ReplyDeletebeautiful
The metaphors at the end were amazing
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