I'm not feeling blue
I'm feeling the washed out gray of a car window after a storm
I'm feeling the boiling red of a stove when cooking a meal for one
I'm feeling the green of the only bud left in a field of roses, who dies before it can bloom
I'm feeling the white of a dead lover, resting in their coffin as loved ones cry from inches away
I'm feeling the black of the ocean if you look down the deepest abyss
I'm not just feeling blue...
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Unfortunate events and how to diagnose them
PoetryPoems and short (unfinished) stories about some very unfortunate events.
