Tear drops,
Or rain drops.
It's all up to you.
It's all the same,
Not worth the care.
When you're this deeply blue.
Don't get me wrong.
I'm not sad,
I tell you.
The most misunderstood color,
Is blue.
Blue is not sad.
Blue is not lonely.
Blue is it's own color.
It is not pain,
Neither is rain.
Blue and rain are unlimited.
They go beyond the sky.
They will always be,
My two favorite things.
I'd rather not talk about why.
-SOH
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