Soft Blue

A Boy With Roses

There are no more ships                                                                                                    

But plenty of seas, oncoming                                                                                              

Lights running like cascades through me                                                                        

In diaries I run to you, your power                                                                                        

And I surmise                                                                                                                        

And although the cascades are fading away                                                                      

Skies are casting clouds of darkness over me                                                                

Sheets of blue softness raining down on me                                                                          

I wanted to hurt myself so bad. 

  • Author: Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 10th, 2021 14:47
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