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if my lips linger on the muted blue of yours, will you resurrect?
By Chloë J.3 years ago in Poets
where did you flee to, my childlike exuberance? now, adulthood blues.
blue dreams, scatter at dawn; flee with your midnight ghouls. sunlight, grant brief peace.
the precise shade of my favored novel’s cover feels like coming home.
blue check mark, sought by countless climbers; how hollow are your promises?
I let my fangs out to make music with my claws, rage, freed, ‘neath cobalt.
sapphire bounding main, transfigure endlessly, my volatile lover.
blue stains wreathe my wrists echoes of captivity manacles’ bleak ghosts.
watery blue eyes taught me hatred; they stare now from the looking glass.
blue purity, come ravish me in frenzied waves; I'll yield to ardor.
i've forgotten your comforting hue; slay the rain beast, come, remind me.
why are they called "blues?" blue is hopeful, sadness is unrelenting grey.
