The sky is blue
Sapphire blue
Reflected in the sea
I wish that
In that blue
Was the body that belonged to me
I think that if
I was in that blue
I would be truly free
The grass is green
Emerald green
Just like the leaves from a tree
I wish that
In that green
Was the broken body that belonged to me
I think that if
I was in that green
I would be truly free
Autumn 2015
I wasn't even suicidal--but perhaps there should be a trigger warning anyways.
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Unbroken • Poetry
Poetryeven the leaves will not break beneath her touch "All art is quite useless." - Oscar Wilde
