I write because it feels good and I get a lot out of it.
I now believe in my new, grand concept of self through blue haze. Do you?
By Manette S 3 years ago in Poets
Doctors yelled "code blue!" Dead was how I soon found you. Nothing left to do.
Baked blueberry pie Lemon is its sweet surprise Tastes so good, I cry
Roses can be red. Violets are usually blue. The truth changes too.
I bleed red and grin white as you stand over me. Midnight blue hides you.
Tall mountains guard us. Lush valleys and seas feed us. Blue skies ignite us.
Called you Blue Mystique Deadly as an atom bomb, yet I fall for you.
Lightning strikes the blue. We sail on to what is new, relentless and few.
You followed, I stopped. I turned and jumped into deep blue, hugged by freedom.
Lost blue egg returned From hatching to embracement, mother dragon glows.
Blue in ocean breaks White and red jump through with teeth Little left of you
Blue in ocean breaks You jumped on the pier and wait. Your fins turned to feet.
