my eyes had been cold since forever
blue was all that i could see or feel
so when i look away from harsh winters
just know i did not choose my insecurities.
not the blue of the sky, or swift currents
but the one that makes one suffocated
if we talk about cosmos and black holes
you'll see their very reflection in my eyes.
if we lose our balance or crash like the tides
just know you've taught me to adore blue
for now, it stands for clear skies of morn
and all the mini-adventures we have had.
if your eyes don't find the perfect yellows
and i am desperate for calm, ocean blues
you'll come to me to mend your broken bones
but your red will burn my eyes - black and blue.
— SweetSimu.
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EUNOIA
Poetry❝ we are all just stars that have people names. ❞ - Nikita Gill. EUNOIA - beautiful thinking, a well mind. [a collection of all of my imperfect, unedited, messy poems. some are not even poems. majority of these don't rhyme. some don't even make sens...
