You are my
blue crayon,
the one I
never have
enough of,
the one I
use to color
my sky.
– a.r. asher
You Are My Blue Crayon
Tag: Poetry
Meant to Be
Meant to Be
If they were meant to be in your life, nothing could ever
make them leave. If they weren’t, nothing in the world could
make them stay.
– Lang Leav
Rainy Sunday Afternoon
Foolish to Ask to Forget You
Maybe then.
Chosen
The choice made
Always left
Dark nights
Stretching out into
Years the
Pages turn
Filling the void
With more
Same as
Before the words
Of one
In despair
Belong to Wind
