Blue
Blue
My favourite colour, this brilliant hue,
like my cold leaden heart, is forever blue.
Sitting alone, down here on the floor.
My head in my hands, I stare at the door.
I still hear the crash, of wood upon wood.
I no longer move, i fear if i should.
Clean-spaces stare back, laughing at me
from walls that released you, you’re living, you're free.
The stains on the wall, the dry empty drawers,
my own drying tears, for the guilt-ridden cause.
The bags have been packed, the boxes are gone,
The sobs echo out, for a lifetime to come.
Blue, now i am and shall ever remain,
Your softness, your love, it will not come again.
Good bye to my life, to my love that was true.
I failed you, yet loved you, now colour me Blue.
RTH
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