She, clever, kept on lying. She was two-faced.
She never loved replying. She’s a true waste.
Whenever was she sighing. She loved to taste
Whomever she caught eyeing herself, who chased.
“Whatever,” said I, flying — with untrue grace,
However. I am buying now a due case.
Forever I’ll be crying. I’m in Blue Space,
And ever am I dying for a new face.
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Author:
SirStellar (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Essentially, this is about getting heartbroken by someone who loved to love. For some background information, Blue Space is a reference to the game Omori, which has White Space (a representation of nothingness) and Black Space (a representation of suppressed horror). Extrapolating from those two realms, I came up with the idea of Blue Space to be a representation of infinite sadness.
- Category: Sad
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