blue is not her favorite color
but she grew comfortable seeing every shade of it
as she wears her pair of sky tinted glasses
and twirls in her cerulean dress
dancing away through her aegean shoes
she sees everything with a little bit of sadness
or maybe a lot of it
and her favorite songs are elegies
for every version of her that didn't make it
and all the bridges she burned along the way
her hymns are heartbreak anthems
and her bedtime stories are tragedies
blue is not her favorite color
no, not at all
but she grew comfortable feeling every shade of it
— the palette of her being
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moonlit wounds and words (you are celestial #1)
Poetrywhen the blazing sun sets and i'm alone with my mind, when the stars start to shine and the wounds ache with rhymes, a pen in one hand the other clutching my heart, this is how the tears evolve, the way i bleed, and the pain dissolves a collection o...
