Prussian Blue

My words taste like the sea
Remarks can slaughter
Everything that means so much to me
I am no longer younger
I am now old enough to know
Ignorance can still echo like thunder
Even if it was many years ago

Coloration like the tears we cried
Glowing like Indian sea
Tone darken every time we died
Cast a shadow on our Family Tree
We are done up canvas
In a shade I wish I never knew
We lost out on all our second chances
We are painted Prussian Blue


This poem is about: 
My family


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