Blue.
Sweetened and sour, a bitter finish.
Hard candy, minty fresh.
Mistaken for tears, oh don't cry,
But you were wrong.
Wrong, wrong, instead,
Clear.
Trapped by her, suffocating, hair in your mouth, shoved down. Beautiful baby blue shirts and skies,
Reflections in the ocean, reflections in the scary deep.
The blue sea calls you.
It shows you what you truly are. What's inside, what's going to be, what's going to happen, what you said, what you do, what you did, what happened.
Forcing you to speak, sliding down your rosy red cheeks, so, so cold. So, so lonely.
So, so trapped.
The shades pull you up, up, up, high into the deafening sky.
With them.
Blue.
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PoesíaP R O M I S E? That dragon, the sweet jelly, the rosy red cheeks, the deep blue. W H O A R E Y O U ?
