Blue. | Teen Ink


February 3, 2015
By LunaLilium PLATINUM, Centerville, Iowa
LunaLilium PLATINUM, Centerville, Iowa
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Favorite Quote:
There is freedom waiting for you,
On the breezes of the sky,
And you ask "What if I fall?"
Oh but my darling,
What if you fly?

Sadness is blue.
It tastes like the salty tears that run down your face.
It sounds like the muffled cries into your pillow as you cry yourself to sleep.
It smells like the freshly fallen rain that reminds you of the tears you shed.
It looks like the tear tracks that mark your face.
It makes you feel alone.

The author's comments:

I wrote this poem as a five senses poem describing sadness.

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