Baby blues, what are we going to do with you?
You try so hard to shine yellow but you’re hiding in the shadows.
Baby blues, how did the grey skies stay above your head?
When you try so hard to speak pink but only red buries him.
It’s so terrifying when the end is in sight.
You remain stuck in a quicksand of swirled reds, greens, and blues.
Kaleidoscopic vision, it’s hard not to feel alone when you are so far from home.
Baby blues, what are going to do with you?
Come take his hand, return back to you.
About the Creator
Isabella Biberaj
rambling thoughts from an over thinker
@three_am_talks
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