We talked about colors, and labeled each other. You said you're blue. And I wondered in awe, that's what I'd say.
You knew the story. And I made a book out of it.
You're blue.
Not the ones that tastes gloomy and heavy. When one of us goes to sleep with thoughts in head running in circles to be let out to the other. But we just end up swallowing it down thru our heart.
You're blue
But not the shade of deep waves of the ocean.
Like the time when one of us is floating in endless, lost and drowned in the same ocean of impatience and hopelessness. But still wouldn't get up in exhaustion. You're not this.
You're blue
The kind of the first blue shade of morning after sunrise. The one that looks like home. That hugs like a weekend sleep. A taste of your kiss. warmth of your skin. That's the kind of blue you are.
You're the blue of vibrancy and contrasts.
You pull and push the sunshine on you
But wear it on,
You look much beautiful like this.
You're blue
The brightest shade of northern lights that's promised on us we would get lost under.
So much of a dream, I no longer can believe, there could be something real which it isn't you.
~That's the blue of you.
YOU ARE READING
Blue Psychedelics
PoetryI think I wasn't just tripping, The psychedelics that fed me Got a lover out of the universe.
