I almost turned blue
Not doing
What we used to do
I felt blue
Not supposed to care
When many are scared
Half a year
The normal we knew
Was no longer true
Loneliness
Sleeping this long night
Longing for some care
Craving for some warmth
Guiltiness
When skinship is sparse
And many are worse
But nobody cares
I am home
And no one else is
Familiar
With old shades of blue
I almost turned blue
Not doing the things
That we used to do
A lonely winter
To be with someone
On this Earth
To be the last one
For loved ones
- 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘙𝘪𝘰 𝘥𝘦 𝘑𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘪𝘳𝘰, 𝘈𝘶𝘨𝘶𝘴𝘵 2020
Inspired by my quarantine blue mood and the song Almost blue, from one of my favorite bands - Sogyumo Acacia Band
Thank you for reading.
It really matters a lot to me.
Your devoted writer,
Milo
💙
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𝗦𝗲𝗮𝗺𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗣𝗼𝗲𝗺𝘀
PuisiSeams of Poems is a box. A box of words for the ones who look for some peace. A box of peace for the ones who can't find the right words. Take it as you'd like 😊
