All but blue
sits nicely on this screen.
From far away we came but
she came farther, and I wonder where she was
when I was blue.
Sitting blue
far away is a screen of black
back where I met him.
Never mind I knew him them, I just mean
really met him, like for real,
and there were no games back
when the screen was black
and I was blue.
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The Back of My Mind (Poetry)
PoetryI like to write fiction, but I love to write poetry. Here is a collection of some of my favorite pieces.
