The color of sadness
Is the blue of the room
Where I laying calling out to you
The weight of sadness
Is all of the ocean
Gathered in the sound of “no”
It is a harsh velvet rope
In tropical heat
Strangling slowly
Every fleeting joy
I have measured it all
In every way
Just so I could
Hold it there and say
“I will love you again”
Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 12:31 AM UTC
The color of sadness
Is the blue of the room
Where I laying calling out to you
The weight of sadness
Is all of the ocean
Gathered in the sound of “no”
It is a harsh velvet rope
In tropical heat
Strangling slowly
Every fleeting joy
I have measured it all
In every way
Just so I could
Hold it there and say
“I will love you again”
