Amelia_v

If blue was a thing you could taste,

Blue would be rain,

Falling on your tongue.

Blue would be the ocean,

Salt and seaweed.

Blue would be frost,

Cold air freezing your tongue.

Blue would snow,

I want to feel safe

Wrapped in a cloud

Your hand in mine

I want to be happy

Sunflowers blooming

Your laugh in my ears

I want to feel loved

Fingers on my cheeks

Playing with my hair

The idea of you in my arms

Has me wanting things I can not have