Red, pink, yellow, green, blue.
Ah blue, my secret favorite color.
The blue I see in my dreams,
A shade the sky and ocean can never recreate.
I've fallen in love with color blue,
Even when my own existence is made of red.
The smell that lingers in my nose after I bathe in such a rare shade,
Is more intoxicating then a field of lavender.
Blue is the lightning that dances between our lips.
The blue of the rainstorms in my stomach when you touch me are stronger and more vibrant then any hurricane.
I wish I could capture this magnificent shade of blue.
To calm me at night and chase away the nightmares.
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The Molly Diaries
PoetryA series of poems, sayings, epiphanies and spells that I have come up with while being heavily intoxicated, on some sort of psychedelic, or when heavily inspired (some would say that's another form of intoxication.)
