Blue was the sky that peaked behind
the clouds on our first date.
Our feet pitter-pattered in the puddles of rain, as we held hands.
The warmth of your skin on mine was thicker than any glove.
I’ll always remember those walks under the deep blue umbrella.
Our feet pitter-pattered in the puddles of rain, as we held hands.
The warmth of your skin on mine was thicker than any glove.
I’ll always remember those walks under the deep blue umbrella.
Blue was your car that we tried but
failed to name.
That Daihatsu Sirion with the gear stick my hand couldn’t reach.
You said that you’d teach me how to drive a manual one day.
But I replied that I’d rather fall asleep to the rhythm of yours.
That Daihatsu Sirion with the gear stick my hand couldn’t reach.
You said that you’d teach me how to drive a manual one day.
But I replied that I’d rather fall asleep to the rhythm of yours.
The sky was still bright like another day, still so immeasurable.
Even though we have changed, the world continues to spin.
And I’ll always keep on smiling, knowing the sky is still blue.
3 comments:
Lovely! :-) Popping by from the challenge. Good luck.
Lovely poem. I'm blogging about poetry for the A to Z challenge, but my poems are geared towards children.
@American in Norway: Thank you. Good luck to you also!
@Rena: That's awesome. I'll check it out!
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