He made me think about vast open horizons of endless blue,
with soft breeze kisses that taste like saltwater and the start of something new;
Of footprints painted yellow and warm carcasses on golden skin;
Of dancing under colorful hues of fallen leaves when autumn came;
Of snuggling close in purple blankets when spring began;
Of tracing out the constellations from the splashes of paint we called the galaxy;
Of red bricks and white window panes;
Of a garden of colors that are surrounded by the sound of his name;
Of brown wooden floors and a burning fireplace -
Of not being so lonely, in a peaceful place.
Aug 6, 2016
Aug 6, 2016 at 12:42 PM UTC
He made me think about vast open horizons of endless blue,
with soft breeze kisses that taste like saltwater and the start of something new;
Of footprints painted yellow and warm carcasses on golden skin;
Of dancing under colorful hues of fallen leaves when autumn came;
Of snuggling close in purple blankets when spring began;
Of tracing out the constellations from the splashes of paint we called the galaxy;
Of red bricks and white window panes;
Of a garden of colors that are surrounded by the sound of his name;
Of brown wooden floors and a burning fireplace -
Of not being so lonely, in a peaceful place.