Blue
I loved you till the stars went blue,
Of frozen pictures, audible sight,
Often sepia tinted,
that captured your vibrant hue.
Your coarse hands, but gentle,
like a river rushing down my back,
A breath forgetting to exhale,
at an awe that was anything
but little.
Now awake,
drinking in the midnight pool
Of stars and the unknown,
But my eyelids, heavy,
Dry, red and tired,
Because I loved you till the stars went blue.
by Nadzirah Yunos (IB3)
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