Probably not as funny as I think I am
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wind sings over waves, frenzied cerulean dance, chaotic lovers.
By Chloë J.3 years ago in Poets
gaze-held, purest blue. your inky, star-spattered depths masquerade as black.
sweet taste of summer we take our hard-earned prize, and find it to be tart.
eerie, haunting tune wafts up from the deep, heartsore, mourning loss of home.
crack in the ice sheet, under too long, bluish white when they found my corpse.
Carolina blue; My father taught me to love Wearing his color.
unimpressed gazes, light steel eyes leveled, ripping naked my self-worth.
cornflower midnights wrapped around me, a blanket in which I smother.
a great, loud rushing out of the clear blue sky came without your mercy.
your jeans on my floor, the music you swayed me to, my heart now you’re gone.
icy siren song, aquamarine promises, lullaby of death.
plaster red over blue; frosty lips, now shielded from transparency.
