You are the taste of the color yellow.
I know that doesn’t make much sense, but I dance when I think of you.
You’re the last slice of cake,
the sweetest strawberry,
the house around the bend,
the song playing when they announce last call,
the song the breeze from the ocean sings,
the reason I believe in magic,
the feeling I get right before the main characters in a romantic comedy finally get it together and are about to kiss,
and the sweet dreamlike fog between awake and asleep.
–S.
The Messy Middle 🖤 