Blue
The sky, my jeans, the candy from Percy Jackson.
The sky, the sea, a hazy Tuesday morning.
A little after dusk, the chipped paint of a bathroom stall, the odd metallic blue of a puddle that seams it leads to other worlds.
Stripes, polka dots, lips, eyes, eyeshadow.
Cotton candy, cotton-candy-smiles smudged at the corners.
Dew, rain, book by the fireplace.
Dreams, drowning, waking up with the sun.
Sleep churning, feeling the day overbearing, the blues have come.
Crickets by a lake, fog in the distance, spring mornings with tall blue glasses of lemonade.
Lemonade-breath-laughs, jumping into the water, blue towels, blue jelly beans, blue eyes bright with mischief.
Grey sky, sky-blue feeling
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Harleen 🤎
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Comments (2)
I loved your blue poem; I don't like blue in food unless it is berrie;, it tastes funny! (like cake icing and blue candy). Nice job!!
I really enjoyed reading that ❤️, and I hope you 'll read my stories and rate me on them because I care about your opinion🥰💝