I read your words of yesterday-- today.
The words had the scent of yellow attached
that allowed my fingertips to reminisce .
Perhaps the smell prolonged it's welcome;
your oxidized vocabulary tastes brown
and my palate is once again left disappointed.
My eyes will skim over your letter once more;
the "i love you" that finishes feels like a tangible purple.
Priorly too gullible-- now I know your aperture.
You are conscious of your actions--
self diagnosed "weak" sounds gray in contrast to the smell.
I am listening now but your scribbles seem pale
If you choose to reply,
make it more vivid--I don't want to see any more black ink.
I'll get back to you tomorrow.
About the Creator
J.Garcia
Thank you for viewing my page! Oh; Oopsitisi is a project I'm working on of composed creative writings. My goal is to give my readers new perception, but also to know that you're not alone. We continue, and don't you dare apologize for it.
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