Blues
I'm always reading and hearing the blues. I don't really know what they are. I know it's a colour and they write sad songs. And I'll play them upon my guitar. To apply a bright hue to your misery.
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I'm always reading and hearing the blues. I don't really know what they are. I know it's a colour and they write sad songs. And I'll play them upon my guitar. To apply a bright hue to your misery.
*a very close friend has been inflicting pain on themselves and I can only imagine how bad it must be for them.
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This one might result in some consternation since it attempts to address the issue of abortion. If you disagree with me, I respect that, but please don't start an argument in the comment section.
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The glimmering, cream pearl that shines among the velvet blue, Surrounded by little sparkles; the transparent drops of dew.
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You stand on me, Throughout the day. You trample and stamp, Not a sorry you say. You walk on me, Without a glance. With pointed heels, Across I you dance. Being a floor; It hurts so much.
Love is blind You paint my mind, We're did it go. Cherry blossom round it go. The birds tweet softly in my mind, then swoop behind. The radio screeched to blues and rock.
Should the distance divide us, Then I will count the footsteps from you. Should society breaks us, Then I will gather the pieces and resemble our relationship.