silk sheets scraping smooth skin
hiding from the morning sun-
the sky looking down at her
picking clouds out one by one.
jays chirping the same song
each night before bed--
the blues lyrics
always getting stuck in her head.
the shirt she wore when she first kissed you,
hands grasping so tight her veins went
blue.
***
when she sees her favorite color,
she only thinks of you--
but when you're together
she is never really blue.
Aug 15, 2019
Aug 15, 2019 at 3:03 PM UTC
silk sheets scraping smooth skin
hiding from the morning sun-
the sky looking down at her
picking clouds out one by one.
jays chirping the same song
each night before bed--
the blues lyrics
always getting stuck in her head.
the shirt she wore when she first kissed you,
hands grasping so tight her veins went
blue.
***
when she sees her favorite color,
she only thinks of you--
but when you're together
she is never really blue.
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