I am blue.
Not the sad blue.
Why do they call blue sad?
His eyes were blue, yet were filled with joy, and warmth.
The ocean waves are blue, and they always take away my pain and never gave me sorrow.
The skies above us are blue, the skies protecting our love from the strike of hatred are blue.
I am blue, and I like it.💙
YOU ARE READING
Painting out my feelings.
PoetryA little bit of this, and a little bit of that, writings and paragraphs, making you relate to your daily imperfect perfect life. Break the ice, and let yourself into the world of my little passionate words.
