My oh so poetic poetry

Indigo is the color of my soul, sometimes it makes me cry, but mostly it makes me smile.

COmments? 

I dream of people I don’t know, who’s faces my mind refuses to show,
 till your standing right in front of me reaching for my hand.
Shedding tears like a layer of skin, softness from what’s hidden within Sand,
wear away the fears I hide from my inside till it all runs out.
How can I know you’re mine when it’s the first time we meet.
stand by your side till you realise I am yours to be.
Memories of our could be tomorrow, the could be laughter and the maybe sorrow.
A little hand a broken smile, how we might end just a short while.
A possible truth. The possibility to choose? Wait and see.