trying to begin to explain the color of your eyes
to a group of blind people
in only 26 delicate letters
would be an extremely painful and difficult task
the color of Wednesday afternoon skies
in your old rusty car
telling secrets
palm on palm
or maybe the color of your favorite rain
the cool drizzle that sprinkles onto
your elegant face like a beautiful veil
the color I feel inside
now that you're gone
and you left without saying a word
Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 7:17 PM UTC
trying to begin to explain the color of your eyes
to a group of blind people
in only 26 delicate letters
would be an extremely painful and difficult task
the color of Wednesday afternoon skies
in your old rusty car
telling secrets
palm on palm
or maybe the color of your favorite rain
the cool drizzle that sprinkles onto
your elegant face like a beautiful veil
the color I feel inside
now that you're gone
and you left without saying a word
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