NiñaEstrella

A whistled tune on a clear day
Where you can just about taste the coldness
Cold has a color,
To me it’s that off- white that’s almost a cream color
with a small mix of light blue and dark purple 

Your long soft hair was in two buns on the top of your head
Like I've tried to make my hair do sometimes. 
It trailed down in some places, escaping the bonds but someone it looked
That much sweeter

I'm really mad and I have no reason to be.
The fact that you were there
Instead of here
And I was kind of hoping we could hang out
Cause I haven't seen you in a while
But yeah you were there.

Hello YWP people,
I haven't written in so long! I'm hoping to write a lot of poems in September as opposed to August where I wrote almost nothing :). 

lying on the wool blanket
wool is itchy
i know but
the stars make everything better.
breathing in sharp cold
cold is unpleasent
i know but
the stars make everything better.
thinking hard freezing thoughts
im scared

The deepest, richest shade of purple.
It resonated in the bones of
The people who had only seen beige for who knew how long.
They bowed as the girl walked past
Mysterious and bright as a single shining star.