Nostalgia | ✔

Blue Crayon

i wake up way too stiff
on the cold kitchen floor
the world stares back
revolvin' in technicolor

i can't help getting lost
in kaleidoscopic patterns
that play with my mind
'n' paint stars in my eyes

i can hear my heart beat
poundin' inside my head
and my throat is so sore
from the old rusty liquor

i've been drinking much
all night long, haven't i?
or have i been missing...
the caress of your voice?

what's this doing here?
between my cold fingers
this tiny blue crayon that
i never had enough of...

you see, it's way too little
for i always used it most
back when i was a child
as i loved to color the sea

now that i am holding it
you know, out of the blue,
i worry it is not enough
because you are my sea

but it's all that's left now
so i'm gonna hold it tight
on the cold kitchen floor
until my sea drowns me

Author's Note

Okay, I think I love it. What do you all think? =)

Sometimes your blue crayon is never enough to add colour in someone's life, right? It's tragic but I love souls who want to keep holding the blue crayon because it's all that they have now. They don't care if this love drowns them. They stick to their little blue crayon..their only hope. :')

Oh and this picture went too well with it, didn't it? It's amazing because I wrote the poem first and browsed the image afterwards. ^-^

I know it's been long and nobody reads my poetry anymore but I'm not going to give up so soon. I think I can survive this. For everyone who stayed behind and believed in me, thank you so much! ❤

Much Love,
Hazel *-*