the taste of blue
to your heart
blue is the sound of your own blood racing within your veins, rushing away from your heart and into your hands
blue is the darkness hidden with shadows lurking around you
blue is the dazzling taste of honey suckle
blue is the demon within there heart, holding back fury
blue is the dull look of the lifeless body’s put down at war
blue feels calm, peaceful, death-full, and hazy like laying under the sky, while your eyes close for good.
blue is the spine-crawling whispers of the dead calling out your name
blue is the dreadfulness inside your head, nightmares
blue is DESTINY music, summer, and gunshots as peace falls around you
BLUE IS A BEAUTIFUL THING
keep it
love it
invite it
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i wright all my poems with some kind of emotion
