Who shot ya?

[christmasham]

I spilled my life onto your pages,
the deep blues and colorless black
seeped through each and every
vibrant color you had radiating
deep into my color scheme.
My tangerine oranges shimmered
faintly next to your noble purple,
your smile tugging my
curled lips slightly upwards
as I closed my eyes
and winked to myself.
Your lighthearted giggle
jiggles me into place,
my face scrunched as
a bunch of mindless thoughts
drift effervescently from my mind -
a calm of the Buddhist kind
chills my dreams like
I had forgotten them.