Random, collated thoughts put to paper through emotion and expressions, and a mind that works it's flow.
Love, Lillian x
x Disclaimer: this is purely my own work. if my lines seem similar to other poems, this is purely coincidental. some poems/boo...
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Blue is a colour, Most vividly loved.
Colourless, yet so colourful, Such depth held within it; And boldly standing out, Is the colour blue.
Blue is the sky on a hot summers day When your holding A cold drink in your hand.
Blue is the colour, Of many constellations, The stars that lay above us, As we look into the night.
But blue; yes B l u e It's the greatest colour of all.
It's the colour of her eyes, The colour of the sea, In both you could drown, Or find peace and tranquility.
When her lashes flutter open, The reveal the crystal B l u e, And every moment those blue eyes stare, There's something S o m e t h i n g New to bring.
But why is it then, Pray tell me, The colour blue, Not only linked to you, Is the colour that shows Lack of emotions, Void?
And Pray tell me, Why is it So loved?
It's the colour, Of the two greatest things, The sky, And the sea.
Why, Pray tell me, Is the colour blue, Associated with depression? An ugly, ugly thing, With such a beautiful colour
But it is the colour of sadness, L o n e l i n e s s The one I resent the most, T h e M o s t For she did this to me, S h e.
In the winter I was falling, F a l l i n g, down the stairs; Turning B l u e But now I realise, That it was all because of Y o u.
Your crystal B l u e Mesmerising eyes C a p t i v a t i n g Me to the core.
Your the one who bought about my D e s t r u c t i o n Your the one who bought about my D o w n f a l l
