when my yellows are turning blue ,
i can't help but think of you .
in this chambered coloured hue
my mind has faltered into two .
i am a discoloration ,
a succeeding damnation.
a foolish gyration
of dejected pollution.
I've fallen again,
without a bargain
in loves hue ,
affectionate coos .
now my hearts askew
and my mind is so blue
i have begun to swoon
in loves dirty hue
i am confused,
what do i choose ?
my depressions noose
for loves excuse ?
or my beating heart
for this new sweetheart ?
i'm deep in loves hue
and its breaking me into two
so my dear Mother,
where are you ?.
YOU ARE READING
queen. |✓|
Poetry(POETRY ABOUT MOTHERHOOD & LOVE ) You whisper "My queen " and I can only stare ahead because there's nothing for me to say except think of how much I'm dead Think of how so far gone I am I'm loose in touch with reality because I still see you sc...
