A poem I wrote forever ago. Well, really two poems that I just now decided I liked and should combine. Yeah.
Play.
Black and white memories flicker
Inconsequential, passing time.
Enter a boy, bursting with color
A vibrant flood of hues lights up
the once-dull scene.
Cue music, slow motion-
my smile, your gaze
Clear against a blur of details.
Black and white
Turned blues and golds
How is it that your touch
breathes color?
I see you smile,
You look away-
back to black.
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