I was a risk-taker, but I risked wrong
Then there was you in front of me,
and I thought this is where I belong.
If I were to be asked what is the color of love,
I'd answer gold, because it's how it feels, like the warmth of the sun ablaze above.
For the first time, I feared risk.
Maybe it's a sign I wouldn't want to ruin this.
Because maybe, just maybe, this is greater than most.
And maybe, just maybe, this isn't fool's gold.
20 Mar 22
YOU ARE READING
To Fill or Burst, To Break or Bury
PoetryI may have been the one who wrote this book, yet it undoubtedly belongs to you. Even if our hearts were meant to fill or burst, or even break or bury, today's me will always, always love you-through the shiniest or even the darkest side. No matter w...
