Blue Is The Warmest Color
We met in a coffee shop
off Fifth Avenue
In Jersey.
You were so magnetic;
your eyes shone so brightly.
A couple of years passed by;
and our paths crossed
once more
through the entanglement
of interwoven destiny.
We both ended up
in that coffee shop again.
I have to ask:
Did the blue in
your hair fade naturally,
or did you lose your sense
of self-expression?
Your aura felt hollow;
your eyes weren’t dancing
when I looked at them.
Some say blue is the warmest color.
Darling,
blue doesn’t suit
you at all.
And neither
does
blonde.
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