she was colored blue
like the ocean waves
and cemetery graves
where grief and sorrow
of tomorrow
and it's days brought
she never used to be blue
until her salt water tears
became all of her worst fears
and the nights she spent
covered by cerulean cement
made her realize
that if she looked next to her
and saw the cerulean sea
she could one day be set free
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midnight melancholia
Poetryi want to have a reason to paint his sky without my melancholic sighs just a collection of my poems
