yellow
Do you remember our last night? We were sitting in your room, thinking about the future. Outside the sun set in a beautiful light, the shadows grew longer with every second passing by. You played this sad song on your guitar, looking at me with your bright brown eyes. We knew this would not work out. "I'm just trying to create a memory." Everytime I hear that song I remember our last moments. And for just one split of a second I can feel the warmth of the late summer sun tickling on my skin. Because you did create a memory.