I am a mild tidal wave in a tsunami of unrealised potential
My hopes and dreams are shipwrecked on the beach of opportunities
The verb in me is sea sick yet there is no motion
MY BLUE HEART
The sky looked really blue As my red blood shed for you I am sad and blue The colours of me Are in the Autumn spree My sore heart is free Changes, seasons apart Sadness in my blue, blue heart Seasons, days apart
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