Drowning in them,
As if one was dropped in the middle,
The middle of the ocean- I call dark blue.
Devoid of any floatation.
Just countless remarks of childish infatuations.

Reminiscing upon them,
Daydreaming of an altered reality.
Reality; one similiar to a minimalist's art gallery
Works of primary colours, and dark shades.
Reflecting on broken promises,
And promises that were never made

Caught up in them,
Body intertweined with miscellaneous veins
Veins found among the greenest of all jungles.
Words of truth, lost in a jungle of lies.
We hide truth that others will despise.