It's the color of the sky
When I look out the window
The color of the straw
You sip your favorite drink from
It's the color of your jeans
When you're walking away
It's the color of my headache
When I'm bringing you back
I see it in my notifications
As they flash above my screen
The wifi signal I connect to
Just to see the anger in your messages
The color of the mailbox in town
And the butterfly that lands on my car
I see it in the wings of birds
Flying free
It stands for truth
Which only I know
The intelligence you wish to hold
And the faith I wish we had
The color of the math scribbles on my paper
The one thing that calms me
Problems in math make sense
You solve for a solution
Is there a solution for us?
I'm constantly thinking
We have no trust
Maybe I'm the issue
We drown in the ocean
Gasping for air
Your blue eyeshadow smearing
With mascara tears
There's a reason people color tears in blue
I knew we couldn't work out
Your icy heart
No match for my own
*****
The tears you cry, they drown me.
~Luna Galaxy, a fallen star
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with love
Poetrywe all have too many heartbeats and not enough time we don't fall in love with people we fall in love with their darkness a mirror to our own to remind us that we aren't alone the poets the artists the musicians the writers the dreamers the optimis...
