color (2/20/20)

fluffy flakes flutter and weave a blanket of white

 

as the butterflies in my stomach

 

flap their technicolor wings.

 

but the only color i feel

 

is a deep, melancholy blue

 

that seems to creep into my heart

 

when i'm missing you.

 

all i want is to lock eyes with you again

 

so i can remember what it feels like

 

when our bodies radiate

 

a vivid, passionate red.

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