i'm cold
and damply
drowning in
all these
blackish
tones and tunes.

it's hard
to find
a song to
err on the
side of
brighter hues.

especially
when i'm so
frostily
submerged
in these
tonal blues.

They asked me "how can you say a color without the name?"
This is the color of her eyes looking up at you, the mirror of the sky on the ocean, this is the color of cold hands missing gloves in a winter storm, depression claims this color and depression makes you feel this color on dark nights when you're all alone, when the sky opens up after a storm it's the color of the sky shining once again, and this is the color we never want to feel but yet we do, when you miss her this is the color you feel, and when your heart stops beating this is the color of your lips.

I was black
and you were blue
you touched me and suddenly
I was the midnight sky
and you decided
twilight wasn't for you

Once upon a black lined paper,
a deaf girl wrote a poem...
She named it "Speak to me"
Her mute friend glared at her,
It means she hated it.

Once upon a  yellow sticky note,
she wrote a poem...
She named it "Can you see it?"
Her blind friend gave it back,
because she can't read it.

So she read it for her.
Her friend throw a tantrum,
because she will never get to see the world,
She made her upset.

Once upon a torn paper,
her friends wrote a poem...
They named it "Did you hear?"
The deaf girl cried and throw it away,*
*because it mocks her.