Broken Blue
Color is streaked and splotched,
Almost bleeding off her cheeks.
Tissues and tear stains.
Somehow, she is surviving an unbreakable curse.
Heartache after heart break fly toward her
But she doesn't know how to love.
She has endless impossibilities.
Her capability has departed from her,
And her sanity is smeared
Like the color of her eyes
Drawn upon her face.
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Hi! My name is Elizabeth Davenport, and I'm a college student who loves all things language, no matter what language it is! I'm probably reading, writing, or dancing in the rain right now. I'm a featured poet, Aura, on diesandnoctis.com (go check them out: they're great!), and use the names E.D., Elie Dav, and Elizabeth Davenport when posting my own.
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