I remember coloring book’s I would color in between the lines with out a care in the world.
The crayons where so colorful like a rainbow 🌈 the box was bright holding all six four.
I was always proud of my work sometimes it would rain I cannot play outside.
I would get out my colorful crayons and Color a picture.
But I could never Color into your heart my love no matter how many Crayons I used. They where always washed away from the raindrops.
But I will try harder for I secretly love you like my crayons 🖍 but you’re heart is like a puzzle piece 🧩 and it hard to put together and Color it in.