They come back in snapshots
In colors flaunting their vibrance
In your lips that first night
Identical in hue to the blood
Rushing through his veins
In hearts pounding twice as fast
They come back in your eyes the next weekend
Saturated emerald as he shifts his gaze to her
Who stares in shades of copper and sunshine
The same colors woven through your messy hair
They come back in blue cotton sheets
The night that should have felt like passion
But still felt like longing
Alone in his embrace
They come back in rainy day skies
In a sun overshadowed


About savannahlyn

I write to articulate what my tongue cannot
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