your smile

these few days,

blue is the colour of the air we breathe in.

quietness is the language we speak in.

i forgot how your smile looked like,

i forgot how i felt so fuzzy in your arms,

i looked at the photos that fills my album,

i see you smile again,

i see myself smile again,

bolted back into reality,

purple is the colour that fills my air,

its red, mixed with blue.

uncertainty is the language we speak.

i want to see you smile again,

i want to smile again.