wished for yellow roses
petals dew
cold summer air
gardening and fun
she glowed in the sun,
pink was cheaper then!
.
wheels of her cycle
white shoes, white skirt
socks in style
thought of being somebody
.
it would rain often
orange ice creams knew joy
heart recalled no pain
by the time winter came
.
red sweaters, long frizzy hair
yet so much in love
it wanted you, your cold heart
and all has been lost ever since!
loving you has made me more vulnerable for sometime now
it cannot be your looks or how you are
is it me, with all this passion
is it possible that i remember anything at all after all this time
is it just a agony that i haven't been able to let go
it couldn't be
I am sure it wasn't me or who i was!
so what am i holding on to
your skin?
is it that important of a thing
meaning of this has always changed
but what i have discovered lately is painful
so much so that it was never a problem
but all i think now is how to get away with anything that is stopping me from being at my zenith
afterall will i always be in delima that this could have felt better
or certain that, th
is would have!
