Blue, the sky
Blue, the night
Blue, his lips
Blue,his eyes
Blue his skin,
Blue his lies,
Blue this love,
Filled with flies.
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Poetry for the heartless and heartbroken
PoetryMy poetry dwells in the infinite sadness of the broken and the heartless.
Poem 91
Blue, the sky
Blue, the night
Blue, his lips
Blue,his eyes
Blue his skin,
Blue his lies,
Blue this love,
Filled with flies.