The Blue that Speaks
It could be as
light as the
sky or as dark
as the sun, blue
is the color that
has always won.
It could be the blue
of saddness or as bright
as my pen. My blue
will always be with
mw until my very end.
My blue is my savior.
If day or night, when
blue turns
to red, I know I'm alright.
The blue in my body that
flows through my veins,
or the blue on the outside
that drives me absolutley
insane
It's the blue that
makes me comfortable,
the blue that always
stays true
It's the blue that always
sticks by my side. It's
the same blue that constantly
tells me,
You're safe, and I Love You.
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