you are the shade of green
that i describe to my friends
she's like springtime
with smiles they shake their heads
used to my tired verses
god i mean it though
a breath of fresh air
whenever you look at me
or brush your hand against mine
the first signs of warmer weather
i am a shade of grey
cold and uninteresting
the winter provides none
but gratefulness for spring
wish i was warmer
Oct 22, 2021
Oct 22, 2021 at 9:27 AM UTC
you are the shade of green
that i describe to my friends
she's like springtime
with smiles they shake their heads
used to my tired verses
god i mean it though
a breath of fresh air
whenever you look at me
or brush your hand against mine
the first signs of warmer weather
i am a shade of grey
cold and uninteresting
the winter provides none
but gratefulness for spring
wish i was warmer
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