"Blue."
Bright, glistening.
Roaring waters.
She was blue.
She was as blue as sky,
as blue as ocean.
Bright blue.
She was as heavy as rain,
as light as drizzle.
She was blue, she was blue.
She dreamt to be red,
like him.
He was red, she was blue,
but for some odd reason,
he wasn't too fond of purple.
She stayed blue, became blue.
Blue she will always be.
She doesn't like green,
she dreams of fire.
She stays blue
searching for red.
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poetry for delight
Poetryall the deep stuff from my dark, depressed mind. *come ye immortal thoughts from my black soul of desperation. COPYRIGHT © 2017, Keely Miller All Rights Reserved, Penalties to forgers and those who use material written by author without permis...
