The Color of Love

Maybe its her red flushed cheeks after a compliment,

Maybe its the red in his face during a fight that they know won't matter tomorrow.

Or the blue of the tears dripping from her eyes,

and the blue of her varnished fingernails as they graze his cheek.

It could be the white of her dress on that one special day,

possibly the black of his funeral after a life spent together.

But to her, the color of love was always to be the speckled green of his eyes.

- Shea.M.  

Remembering the Summer...

   Well, today has started a new school year. High hopes of it being better than last year (which involved over thirty overdue lessons and almost failing multiple classes. Oops.) But this summer was amazing. Most summers are o k, camp every year and maybe one other trip but other than that just a whole lot of boring nothingness. But this year I got to do so much and I've learned a lot about myself through the experiences.