Blue Boy
My boy, my blue boy.
With tired eyes,
Light blue.
Light just like the ocean,
Like the tears he cries-
At night
His mouth wide open
No sounds come out.
Choking on pure agony,
While the world is blissfully asleep.
His soft lips,
That you could never guess
Could ever string together
Such sharp sounds and speech.
He's my rude crude boy
His sharp serpent tongue,
Sharp just like the blades
He slits his wrists
With.
I'd do anything to make him change,
But at the moment,
It's all up to fate.
Because he's just my sad
Blue
Boy.
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Poems~
PoetryNone of them are aimed, dw. And yeah ik they're pretty shitty but I just felt the need to put them out there, so here you go :)
