Why I don't write poetry

By wintertale

The Realm of Possibility

"I have no idea how he knows when I need him. We can go weeks without speaking, and then, when my blue moods threaten to turn black, he will show up and tell me my moods are azure, indigo, cerulean, cobalt, periwinkle and suddenly the blue will not seem so dark, more like the color of a noon-bright sky.
He brings the sun."

David Levithan

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