M. Wilson

Blue

Things that are better left unsaid.






I run from 2
One is red
One is blue

I run from red because it makes me feel like I'm about to break
Not knowing how much more I can take

I run from blue, Not fast enough though
There's nothing I can do

Blue resides in my head
And behind my eyes
Blue is what I truly despise

Blue so much faster than red
It feels like it owns me
Feels like my master

Red used to be around so much more
Until I couldn't take it anymore

That feeling of dread
Straight to my core

Blue is what I've ran from since I've been eight
Blue is the color I truly f***ing hate

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