Her lips were shy, but
her eyes...
                Her eyes-
-were like cyclones.
“And now?”
Now there’s nothing keeping me from journeying into the eye of the storm.

"I'm an open book"
She says

Written in
code.

Maybe it was you
The girl I always dreamed of
The one I can’t lose

one good morning text
20 lovely words
unexpected each time
but greatly adored
a smile in class  
a pull of a heart string  
the infamous good morning text

When I was red,
You were blue.
Then I turned to green just for you.

What you wanted was violet,
But all I could be was indigo.

Orange was your favourite colour,
I wrote you a song in yellow.

For  your acclamation,
I mixed all those colours.

Frantically tried to undo it,
When all of them discoloured.

I sat there reflecting on what was left of me.

I finally became the colour that I wanted to be.

If all life meant for me to do was smile,
I'd spend the rest of mine making coffee.