she was calling me blue
like rain,
like stormy waters,
but
she is warmer,
grounded,
owning sunset colours
YOU ARE READING
it's her.
Poetryit's about a women as liquid as the sea, brighter than the first light, your very own sun it's about a girl braver than a pack of wolves, stronger than the ones she feared and still warmer than your heart could feel it's a universe, a passion it's...
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she was calling me blue
like rain,
like stormy waters,
but
she is warmer,
grounded,
owning sunset colours
