The color of her eyes.
The color blue.
Everything was so daunting and numb.
Like the color blue.
Nothing made sense.
Honey, the love flew.
Broke away from our toxicity.
There's nothing left to do.
We're screwed.
But.
I still want no other shade of blue, but you.
The color blue.
Still makes me think of you.
Dear, blue.
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February Ashes
Poesía❝From an everlasting flame, to a pile of ashes in the forest❞ A bunch of poems about how he met, fell in love with, desired, missed, broke, was broken by, hated, lost and got over the deepest love he ever felt. most impressive rank: #1 in poems.