Blue Poem by Mira Lynn

Blue.
Tears that roll so softly.
Graceful in their landing.
Depth.
Blue lives in misery and solitude.
Haunting and mysterious with it's uncertainty.
It will swallow you and take over all sensible actions...reminding you loneliness is just around the corner.
Blue waits with patience, never rushing, never hurried.
It isn't triggered by an angered impulse.
Blue lives through wisdom and discipline.
To be careful with intent.