When it comes to the color blue, there's a lot of variety. The blue that paints the sky. Feels like running your hand through the air like it was a river on a sunny day. It's the feeling of sadness and despair when you fall into the river and the currents too strong. It's the feeling of being calm, learning to survive the current and gasping the fresh air.
Darker shades of blue are like the feeling of running your hand through melted sapphire, the intensity of the heat soldering you. It's the feeling of darkness on your skin, the bliss of being perfectly alone.
The color blur is like sand: rough and harmful, yet soft and adaptable. When it is filled with love and warmth, it's a comfort so wonderful that helps us relax. But when it's cold, blue clings to the skin, sending a chill down your spine.
It's the color of wearing your favorite denim jeans, the sturdiness a blessing against your skin. It's the feeling of leaving your problems behind and floating, light as a feather.
It's beautiful and peaceful, leaving you with a sense of security.
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Bleh, I could've done better but I mean hey, I tried.
Plus: I'm bored
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PoetryThis is mostly my poetry but some are not. My poetry is pure trash, but hope my random writing entertains you.
