in "living" color
He stood in that black suit, hands in his pockets. It took my breath away. All panic subsided. I wanted to touch him, smell him. Then he smiled all big and wide open. Nothing else mattered.
I dream in color.
I dream in color.
posted by Poetry @ 8:29 AM
2 Comments:
At September 08, 2008 9:20 PM,
Inmyownwords said…
Don't know who this is...but it sounds nice. I like the way you put this. Makes one see what you see. You be putting the words down! Good for you!!!! Be surprising me a lot. I tend to think..."Damn! I thought I could write!!!" You go girl!
At September 09, 2008 3:48 PM,
Poetry said…
Thanx girl!
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