Imagine blue tears dripping on a yellow flower.
No, not blue. Picture them red because red is the colour of love and sadness is romantic now.
I think it's absurd because I have only ever had my heart broken by depression, never mended.
The flower is yellow because forget-me-nots are blue and I do not want you to forget me.
I am a sunflower to you. Very, very far away.
Imagine a city-lit sky with eyes drifting into the stars because you lied to me when you said there were stars in my eyes and
left
me
star struck.
-GS
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Once Upon a Rhyme
PoetryThis is not a poem, it's a cry for help This is not a poem if it can't be felt This is not a poem for you to tell This is my poem. This is my hell. This will be the end of me This is the sway of the willow tree This was the way that you looked at me...
