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Blue Time

Blue is the time I’ll never get back for being sad. It is me waiting for nothing. It is the past that clearly isn’t forgotten. It is the lost love I need and want back. In the ocean, many see blue. I see something so blank. The deep coral and its imperfections. The blue jeans I wear have lasted weeks, torn apart like my heart. Truly… blue will be the laughter we share As a family Soon to be single handedly, the most happierest, I win! You could say it’s salty now, as its wind Hits my cheeks, leaving them blue, not pink with frustration. blue will be fresh… like the laundry done on a sunday morning. Giving me hope for better days and better outfits.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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Date: 3/7/2018 12:38:00 PM
Deeply written. Deeply felt. Deep.
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Date: 3/7/2018 12:35:00 PM
Your personification of addiction is impeccably written, Krystal.
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Date: 3/7/2018 12:32:00 PM
Two warriors in love. It is so true! Nice job!
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Date: 3/7/2018 12:20:00 PM
I like the optimism that is climbing out of this poem. Nice.
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