icecream | poem

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when i first met you

i thought that you were only

a beautiful pastel pink


but as i have gotten to know you

i have learnt that souls

can be painted with more than one color


all at once, you are a light pastel pink

giving me feelings of hope

but you are also a happy yellow

making my face crack into a grin

at the mere mention of your name

and you are the bright magenta paint

in my favorite watercolor set

exciting and full of life


the pages of my worn out

sketchbook

are overflowing

with 

shades of you


and for once

i am excited

and hopeful

for 

tomorrow

-n.c


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