It's paper flowers and clouds made of dreams.
Imagination brought by sleep.
The foggy haze after you read,
Coming back from being a hero or a queen.
It's the elegance of a dress or the royalty in your mind.
It's the ties to a prince you always deny.
It's being swallowed up in the sound of her speaking.
It's disappearing, late at night, in the sound of her breathing.
The calm after the storm and the peace after a war.
It's doing what is right.
Forgiveness after a fight.
It's trying to get better.
Trying for her, forever.
It's cotton candy and daydreams.
The clouds during sunsets on ocean scenes.
It's finally being free.
YOU ARE READING
Colors
PoetryA description of colors in a poetic freaking way because emotions. Yes, Halsey reference I know I'm trash.
