Ignite the color Green.

Dismiss this taste that sits upon my tongue.

The memories of you still linger deep inside my thoughts.

Darker and darker my mind seems foggy, can’t find my way out.

The love here is raw; it is frigid like the mid December blues.

I know you long for my touch, the sense of my breath on your skin.

The smell of us reminds me of the days where raindrops would fall from

The sun and music was playing from the tress.

There is no other life I’d rather be in than this one, as delicate as the

Human skin. Butterfly wings appear with the summer wind.

Music notes touch my nose while I could read people’s thoughts.

The world may seem cold; colder than Alaska’s ice, but no where

Can we see the sunset and the sunrise with these two eyes.