Submissions by skyjacker15

Blue is a feeling, a feeling of being lost. Her favorite color is blue. She turned me blue. She made me into something I didn’t want to be. I look at myself in the mirror and all I see is a grey world with me being blue.  This grey world is dead and beaten there’s nothing here but a blue me.  She changed something in me; she made me into something I disgrace.

A heart breaks, it shatters into tiny pieces when she leaves. She says to you” this love is nothing true, I never felt anything with you”. You look at her in heartbreak, she walks away like you were just mirror image of a ghost that you will soon be. As you drop to the ground crying out “please! Lord save me!”  Those screams echo through time. You can hear your heartbeat stop and as you fall over on the ground all you can see is her face as she walks away. You lie there broken and motionless, your soul shall move on and you shall parish with the last words “this love is nothing true.”