Pulled deeper and deeper
Into the void, past the grey...
"Do you like the colour blue?"
When I mention the colour, blue...
Does your mind tumble like mine?
That blue...that deep, dark, blue.
That blue, that runs in my veins.
It's a desperate desire that calls.
That bubbles to the surface around me,
The small desire to find that blue,
And find the silver flood gates,
And watch it run that beautiful,
Crimson red...
Au Revoir, Blue.
YOU ARE READING
Poems: Gade 12- Present Day
PoetryFrom another guy in the world, to you. Words that aren't spoken, but remain true. I hope you find comfort in my poetry too. A rusted connection to my reality, because honestly. I've lost it.
