A/N: Hey guys! I'm not dead! I checked and the last thing I posted was on June 25th. JUNE FUCKING 25TH! It has been far too long, as usual, and you lovely people do not deserve to wait so long between shitty updates. So I decided to take a whole bunch of the poems I've written and use them. I've also got permission from my friend Penni (she's on this site too, at PennTheWriter) to post her poems. I will update this once a week, every Saturday starting today. Without further ado, here is your first poem...


First Times

blue.
all around me, inside and out.
blue.
the color of the walls i never want to step outside of again.
blue.
the bedsheets are the softest periwinkle, and they feel good against my bare back.
blue.
the color of his eyes as he hums to himself down the hall, making coffee.
blue.
the color i feel, calm and serene, as if my soul is made of thin, curling wisps of it.
blue.
my crumpled t-shirt lies on the ground, a sweet pink that looks bright against the soft cerulean of the carpet.
blue.
the color of the mugs as he brings them into the room and hands one to me.
blue.
he asks me how i feel, and i laugh, a bright yellow sound.
blue.
his smile melts and re-molds my heart and warms my stomach, as the coffee does to my hands.
blue.
i take a sip and he watches me with a butter colored smile.
blue.
the color that will forever mean first times to me.
blue.

By Baz (you-could-in-new-hampshire)


A/N: I hope y'all liked it! I am SO glad to back. And I love to hear from you! Please leave a review, favorite, follow, and all that shit.

Love,
Baz