His eyes as he screams
Her tears as she listens
Blue
The crashing of the waves
Then the color she is shrouded in
Blue
His sorrow as he realizes
He'll never see her again
Blue
Her body belongs to the ocean
And her soul to the sky
Blue
The rain as he goes to see her
The casket covering her cold face
Blue
The color of the sky as he gazes up
And the color of the tide as he falls down
Blue
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The Poems Of Me
PoetryPoetry is a form of venting for me. So don't be surprised if you read this only to find a book full of meaningful, and possibly confusing, poems. In some way, my poems are a form of myself and my own feelings. ((PLEASE DON'T STEAL! I MAKE THESE POE...
