Blue walls
Blue eyes
Blue dressThe colour of sadness
Was ironically
Littered around your room
The day you slapped me&
Just like that
I
Became blue
As well
YOU ARE READING
Nightmares of burying Victoria
PoetrySequel to: Dreams of being Victoria. Burning passion and loveless heartbeats are the only proof of magic that I need.
Alone(With You)
Blue walls
Blue eyes
Blue dressThe colour of sadness
Was ironically
Littered around your room
The day you slapped me&
Just like that
I
Became blue
As well