MonicaThis poem i would like to dedicate to a very close friend of mine that makes me think i love her. It's really hard to explain how much feeling one person can give to you, and well, this close one is named 'Monica' and she's leaving to another school, so i just got out a pencil, and dedicated this whole poem to her.More Like This
Black and Blue Words"Blue is for grief," she saidMore Like This
"A thousand tears of sorrow
and the colour of rain.
The sky as it's falling
and a broken-hearted lover's lament."
"but when the light fades," I whispered
"the bluest skies turn black."
"Blue is for the ocean,
the soft colour of emotion,
and seas of endless depths."
"And black," I say,
"is the colour of mourning.
The colour of death."
"Blue is for the deep,
and bruised bones
a widow's cry
into the window sill."
"Black," I reply, "is the nothingness.
The neverending void.
The absence of thought, of light.
When every bright-lit burning star
fades into the depression of night.
Blackness is the space between every breath."
"Blue," she said, "is the colour of heartbeats."
I smiled then.
The deepest blues are black."