Blue
The warmth and the passion of two lovers kindled by a thread.
Threaded by one needle, pulled through a small tunnel.
It is the reflection of the hardships of relationships.
The warmth of the true color of love isn't always red.
Because when love ends all the heat loses it's red.
The warmth becomes cold.
The passion becomes loathe.
The thread is cut.
And the color of love becomes blue.
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Qualema
29 years old. New Jersey City University [NJCU] Sociology & Anthropology A.A in Early Childhood Education (Hudson County Community College) Love to write!! Creatively & Poetry is my strong suit. All my poetry is real and I only write when it comes to me, it is never forced ! ever ! completely free flowing and natural ! :) :) Jersey City, NJ Cheers !
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