Blue Side...♡

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I can't even touch a pen. It is supposed to be easy.. But now it feels so heavy... 

I don't want to lose my voice of words, the sound of paper under my fingers, the world gone into mute. 

Let me phrase myself, build word after word like emotions pour out from my soul.. 

There was a waterfall of tears on papers, new cuts to my guts to draw them down.. 

Red ink shows how the writer bleeds so gracefully, too calm for someone to notice.. 

Those smiles you read were actually the real tears... Words of someone can't scream... 

It was hard, still is hard.. There is a stop after all when the ink is dry and the hand loses its weight.. 

The shake of emotion was faded now.. If there was a comeback, it would be called a disease... 

Aching, hurting, loving, smiling, crying, and longing all at once were words of someone who can't feel... 

Happiness and hope were different, so much unique, how could you believe in me when I was too blue to even see? 

Being sorry won't be enough for myself. There will be time to rise and fade or even maybe an eclipse... 

Once in a blue moon?? Or once like the last goodbye? Or maybe once, like you said, I'm here to stay, but the real meaning was staying far away... 

Dear pen , I miss you ! I wish I could treat you better. It's okay not to be okay, but I know it's not just the end yet.... 

Your ink is still on my fingertips, I can smell it like a blooming cherry. I love cherries, you know it's blue and red and everything like you... 

I won't thank you yet, I won't apologise to you yet, because I still can't see the end!

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