Sadness is Blue
It Smells like car fumes filling the fresh air.
It tastes like Salt and water.
It sounds like sirens filling the night.
It feels like falling on the gravel when you're young.
It looks like rain pouring down.
Sadness is being lost and not able to find your way home.
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| the "perfect image" | 2 | 03/06/2010 |
| Lost | 0 | 03/06/2010 |
| Love is Red | 0 | 03/06/2010 |
| Sadness is Blue | 0 | 03/06/2010 |
| Mask | 1 | 03/06/2010 |
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