
The light explodes into the room
burning up your skin
revealing how i see you in my mind
Have you ever drowned in the air
because the heaviness of the moment
is sometimes too much to bear?
When answers become more important
than the questions we dared ask each other
When our thoughts need expressions
beyond the abstract to create disorder
to create the new order
The light dies out as if
you consumed it all
Your radiant red skin
a contradiction of what
you actually feel
You speak in broken
blue sentences but
you think in floods that devoured villages
and earthquakes that formed mountains
My simple answer swirls inside your mind
as the night falls and the night calls
the anxiety that you fought so well
that might return because I simply said 𝘯𝘰
BEAUTIFULLY WRITTEN!!
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Thank you!
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Your welcome… it’s amazing reading your work
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I would love to know what you mean by “blue sentences” – do you mean “sad”? or something more metaphorical?
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Yes but in a sense that when you dread something you usually don’t want to speak much. So you speak in few words because you know the answer already. So instead of fully formed sentences you speak in broken blue sentences.
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Amazing 💞
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Thanks Aditi ❤
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That’s a good one.
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Thank you Joanne 🙂
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The last line is so beautiful. ❤
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Thank you Saloni 🙂 Glad you liked it!
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Beautiful words! 🌠
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Thank you Abbie!
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You speak in broken blue sentences but
You think in floods…love these lines!!
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Thank you. Glad you liked it 🧡
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