Blue
I always liked the color blue.
The crashing waves on a beach.
The endless color of the sky.
The way I used to stretch my arms out wide
To touch a cloud that I could never reach.
Blue.
It’s a sad color.
A color that is used for artificial tears
In paintings about hate, loss, fear, depression.
Depression.
A feeling that’s sung with a sad beat
And a sappy saxophone that lifts
The heavy heart no matter how miserable.
I used to like the color blue.
It used to depict that the sky was the limit.
Now it’s just misery wrapped in a bow.
A blue bow.
Copyright © Paige Clinton | Year Posted 2015
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