Navy
Navy blue is the regretful acceptance
That maybe, when they said they'd
Love you forever
They meant only as a memory,
As a shell of a past romance,
That they could chase the ghost of
When they felt alone.
It's the feeling of wishing that you
Could've realized that memories haunt
But never fully return to the present moment.
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A Manuscript From Midnight
PoetryA collection of passages (most are sad) that I've written late at night when my brain decides to go into crisis mode. Enjoy!
