I once read in the language of flowers
That blue rose means overcoming the impossible
In nature, there's no such thing as blue color
According to the various scientific facts I once read

Yet despite the fact that blue roses never existed in nature,
I keep my hopes that someday it will happen
It is also my deepest desire to someday overcome the things
That I deemed impossible for me

As I am an avid dreamer sharing a sentiment,
One of the things that I once deemed impossible
Is a fated encounter of a man who'll bring me a boquet of blue roses
As they say, women has soft spot for flowers

For I am a woman who keeps dreaming
Like the symbol conveyed by the blue roses
I keep praying and hoping that someday, the blue roses blooms to existence.

I bought a blue sweatshirt today.
It’s the kind of blue that the sky looks like at noon,
The one that heartache feels,
And dreams die from.
The kind of blue that romantics and astronomers only would know
The one that stars envy
Its heavy.
I bought a blue sweatshirt today.
It's the kind of blue that reminds me of you.
Captivating yet haunting at the same time,
Distant yet so near to shore.
Only to vanish in the blink of an eye
No where I sight
Just like you.
Your eyes so blue,
I vanished too.

I gaze at you every night
as you seem to be my light
You shine in the sky
and refelct in my eyes
your the prefect moon
and I hope to be with you soon
Brighter than the stars
reminds me others have scars
Your the wonder of my heart
Your a peice of art
when I die
I hope that I will rise
and be with you
weather your white or blue
I still look above
as you shine your love

Does it have to be heavy today?
Can I not carry
every memory,
every almost,
every ache—
just for today?

When you feel down
Don’t know what to do
When you need somebody
Hold on, I’m coming to you

When you’re lonely
And you need a friend
When you’re feeling so blue
Hold on, I’m coming to you

Hold on, hold on, hold on
I’m coming to you
Hold on, hold on, hold on
I’m coming to you


When you’re far away
And you want me so near
Whatever you do
Hold on, I’m coming to you

When we’re alone
And its only me and you
You can hold on
Hold on, I’m coming to you

Hold on, hold on, hold on
I’m coming to you
Hold on, hold on, hold on
I’m coming to you

I’ve started sharing my poetry,
and I think I’ve concerned a few—
friends, family—
they didn’t see the blue, blue, blue
sadness
that sits quietly in my lingering,
spilling out in these poems.

It was never my goal,
but the sadness likes to speak,
wants to say what is true:
that the sadness still exists,
a deep, deep
blue, blue, blue.