Deemed To Be

Being Blue

In the quiet corners of a solitary room,I found solace in the shadows, in the quiet gloom.Closed the door to the world, embraced the hue,Started liking being blue, in this solitude I knew.

Isolation, my companion, in this silent space,Loving the echoes, the stillness, the grace.In the blue reflection, where shadows twirl,I found a comfort, a solitary pearl.

I'm liking being blue, in my own company,In the echoes of silence, where I am finally free.Isolation's my melody, solitude's my tune,I'm liking being blue, in this self-isolating cocoon.

In the palette of emotions, where blue takes hold,I found strength in solitude, a story to be told.Closed the curtains to the noise, shut the world away,Liking being blue, where emotions gently sway.

Through the quiet hours, in the soft moonlight,I dance with shadows, in the peaceful night.In the self-imposed exile, where thoughts unfurl,I found a canvas of solace, in the self-isolating world.

The world outside may be colorful and bright,But in the blue solitude, I find my light.In the self-imposed exile, where dreams softly bloom,I'm liking being blue, in this quiet room.

In the poetry of silence, where words unfold,I found a sanctuary, in the stories untold.Liking being blue, in the stillness I create,A masterpiece of solitude, in this self-chosen state.

Through the subtle shades, where emotions swirl,I discovered the beauty in this self-isolating world.In the dance of shadows, where thoughts softly croon,I'm liking being blue, in this quiet afternoon.

So, let the world spin on, in its vibrant tune,I'll keep liking being blue, in the quiet of my room.In the self-isolating embrace, where emotions softly swoon,I'll keep liking being blue, in this tranquil afternoon.