your lightning bolt,
hidden in my shield,
made thunderstorms for your heartbeat
and i tried to return it
while singing to the sea.
but you screamed everytime i sang
to conceal your thoughts of me.
-n.d.
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blue | poetry ✓
Poesíahis name is blue. he's color blue. he thinks blue. he feels blue. he's always blue. ©aloeverasie2017
