bobo68 Posted November 3, 2005 Share Posted November 3, 2005 Calm Days. Panicked ER stays. Hi-lo, hi-lo Through the manias we go. Cycling through the Backroads of my mind, Searching for sanctuary Before I unwind. Shattered by ripples Repaired by high tide. Confidants ripped apart With each feeling I confide. I thought I had risen, That I could walk above the sheet, Cobalt, I think, is its color, The disorder beneath my feet. "Pull yourself out of it!" Advice tried, but not true. Understand that my blue is cobalt, An oddly strong naming for a Blue hue. "Down in the dumps", "Just a little blue". Revisting, ranting, rhetoric. New voice, Nothing new. Foggy glass lakes in my mind No familiar landmarks in view. I am a faux-finished facade of Deep, Deep, Cold, Cold, Blue. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
babycristy456 Posted November 3, 2005 Share Posted November 3, 2005 I like it, it sounds deep. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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