bluest day
when you are lost at bay
stubbornly grey clouds stay
a reminder of the tawdriest May
to grace my existence.
bluest day
as you dissolve like hot clay
love shooting at us with burning ray
yet we exist only in disarray
conditions of our forbearance.
bluest day
when you left me, unresolved
I attempted to touch the sky above
lightning strikes, my eyes aghast
my crystallized tears still remain vast.
Aug 18, 2024
Aug 18, 2024 at 4:42 PM UTC
bluest day
when you are lost at bay
stubbornly grey clouds stay
a reminder of the tawdriest May
to grace my existence.
bluest day
as you dissolve like hot clay
love shooting at us with burning ray
yet we exist only in disarray
conditions of our forbearance.
bluest day
when you left me, unresolved
I attempted to touch the sky above
lightning strikes, my eyes aghast
my crystallized tears still remain vast.
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