It was Friday, you invited me in your house that night.
You took me to your room and turned the lights on when we were inside.
Your room was interesting; the well known rock 'n roll artists, up against your wall in posters, had a book shelf that was empty and the theme of your room was turquoise with black there and there.
I saw an acoustic guitar on the stand by the corner of your room. I told you to play it for me.
You got up and took the guitar as I sat on your bed and you sat on the stool.
You sang the song Colors by OneRepublic.
Your baritone voice flew around the room, I closed my eyes and listened to the melodious of your voice.
You stopped playing the guitar but you didn't stop singing as my eyes were still closed.
I heard you come closer to me and you sang into my ear.
"Every time I look at you lately
I see colors they're changing
Every time I look at you lately
I see colors
I see you in black and white
I see you in the brightest light
Yeah when I look at you colors
When I look at you I see colors
When I look at you I see woo colors
I see woo colors."
You finished and I felt your lips brushed over mine - quickly my eyes fled opened.
I bit my lip as you stared at my dark brown eyes and I stared back at your kermit eyes, grinning like a cute idiot.
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Colors ✔
RomanceColors are seen everywhere. We live for color. The beauty of color, we have seen and became amazed by the exquisite details before us. Colors can describe anything or anyone. The moments you have, there will always be a color. #shortstory_1 ↫↬↫↬↫↬...
