Blue

I miss those blue walls
Talking
Sometimes not at all
And those blue eyes
We could watch the ceiling all night
In those purgatory hours between midnight and the morning.

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The heavy eyes

Lately, my thoughts have been quite insensitive
People tell me
I always look too pensive
That I am too young to be this sad.

These, the heavy eyes of a broken down artist.

Nothing
Yet I feel everything
What a tragic time to be young
And writing sad, sad rhymes
I think maybe writing could help.