Blue...

like the ocean,
like the weeping willow trees.
Blue hurts like a bee sting

  or scraped knees.
It sounds like a raindrop

Shadows of Light
by Jenn

We laugh we cry

Smile but die

With the good

Comes the bad

We must take it both

A rose will bloom

And with it the thorns

Piercing skin

And dripping blood

The blood is red

Like that of the rose

The blood drips slowly

As petals fall down

Blood and salt combine

To make new life

Conceived by the dead

Darkness to light

Good and Bad

We take it both

Without one