night blue;

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           This world is too
           much, the words
           pour out freely from
           the mouths of strangers
           and all I have left inside
           of me is absolutely nothing
           but remorse and sadness
           built up with tiny branches
           of lost hope, of me.

And then the moment
of truth knocks on my
door, I can get better,
can't I?

           There has to be a way for me to
           open up my mouth and say all of the
           things I wish to say. I mean, after years

of my voice being trapped inside
the cage of pink lips, it faded
away...but there has to be
a way where a rope will
tighten around my voice
and yank it back. Right?

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