Just Some Old Things

This is a poem I found in one of my old journals that I found interesting...


The Color Blue


I drift upon the light blue sky
When it's always day
Then I turn a good old dark
As you and your body lay

I seep inside the pigment
of a newborn baby's eyes
I stream in the tears
When sad people cry

I even lie inside a feeling
people can contain
I lie inside the water drops
As the sky does rain

But most of all
I am a color
and I will fade away

But don't be sad
You will see me
I'll be back some day






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