She was the ripest peach in the batch,
he just didn’t like fruit
She was a cup of coffee freshly brewed,
but he drank tea instead
She was a sunset;
orange, purple and red;
but he was color blind
She was a joyful parade,
and he was a grey cloud
She was a cool summer breeze,
yet he preferred to stay inside
She was a tear of joy,
well, he never cried.
Nisreen Naja
