blue, seventeen
seven seas, her parents must be
so ashamed, look at her
blue blue blue on the floor
not red red red in the face
like last night
blue, seventeen
memories, turn and sneeze
the boy one seat over, glares
he's blue blue blue as he kicks
red red red-stained rocks
at the wake
blue, seventeen
go and seize it, carpe diem
light fading, dark awaiting
blue blue blue masks on the sweating man
cutting red red red out of the way
for a chance
blue, seventeen
never seen, one day forward
nobody knows, what the cause was
blue blue blue should be the raindrops
the stories were wrong
it's gray.
YOU ARE READING
melted
Puisi❝the present was the present, and we didn't even know it.❞ dedicated to kjh and wb highest ranking: #27 in poetry
