Earth; Dark haired,
Black eyed,
Blue Boy
He is blue
The colour of the place we call
Home
Yet he feels hiraeth for a place
men of stars and dirt don't
Know
This is earth;
The strings are invisible
This is earth;
The only home we'll ever know
This is earth;
And blue boy cannot see colour
YOU ARE READING
tell me how to be
PoetryNO.1 in #loveisdead **trigger warning** a disjointed poetry volume that spans through the topics of politics, self harm, rape, abuse, eating disorders, feminism so on and so forth.. scroll through the contents and there might be something that you...
