Amelia_v

My heart is slowly breaking,
Each piece slowly falling to the ground.
No sound when they land.
Only my cries,
Can be heard.
My heart is slowly breaking,
Each piece slowly falling to the ground.

If blue was a thing you could taste,

Blue would be rain,

Falling on your tongue.

Blue would be the ocean,

Salt and seaweed.

Blue would be frost,

Cold air freezing your tongue.

Blue would snow,