they say that
blue is the color of sadness.
but there's different kinds of sadness;
relief,
happiness,
dreams,
love. . .
some people say that
they hate sadness,
but they're forgetting
that sadness is also
a feeling that tells us
we're still alive.
people say they hate sadness
yet they swim in the lonely waters;
the ocean,
the lake,
the river,
the pond
and then,
they'll look up to the sky
for hopes and dreams
because they know that there are so much more
than the color blue.
somewhere hiding in the blue.
we judge,
but we expect so much more.
i am blue
and just like everyone else
i have feelings
just like you.
-n.d.
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Poetryhis name is blue. he's color blue. he thinks blue. he feels blue. he's always blue. ©aloeverasie2017