A silly little blue day
A bright, brilliant, blinding day
That hides all the haunting darkness
It's fake and floaty
Warm and tingly
Surreal
I look forward to my silly little blue day
Things will be okay
Things will no longer be useless
It'll be all that I need
It'll be bright and blinding
Nothing will haunt me, nothing will creep in
That day will be truly nice
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The Littlest of Things
PoetryThings I write because I can. I am mostly new to poetry, but I do enjoy it. These are just small poems that I came up with randomly and may or may not have meaning. Some are fictional some are real. Some are completely made of up some are based on...
