Ice, rain and skies.
The sound of sadness,
and tears pouring out blue.
Of letting out what you've been through.
The taste of bitterness and fear,
the sour taste, afraid of what you'll hear.
The color you swallow when you choke back tears.
The living lie we feel we face everyday,
and the pain in my chest when I can't tell what to say.
Or the feeling that what you want will never stay.
Blue, with the power to freeze and numb you,
to anything and everything around you.