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Poetry

This is a book of short poems that I occasionally write. They don't really have a specific type, just random emotions that I feel are portrayed here.

Blue Curtains

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by TycheArtemis

by TycheArtemis

The curtains are never blue

I say quietly as I watch you pick at the paper

The paper that I had written words on

Words that were meant to be said

And not on the paper that you were picking on

And maybe the curtains are just blue, you said

But what if the curtains turned blue cuz you were picking at the ink

And the ink had spread

And it coloured the curtains blue

Blue for you to tell it that it was always blue

And you never noticed when the blue got drenched in the rain

Or was covered in weeks of dust

Or how the blue sometimes looked like it was fading

Until I bathed and I was back to a vibrant blue

And u said how the blue was so nice

But the curtains weren't ever blue