Blue
Blue can be bird, ocean, or sky
Blue can be me when you say goodbye
Blue are my tears as I ask you to stay
Blue is your car driving away
Blue are your veins that run icy and cold
Blue is the despair I feel taking hold
Blue is the music I play through the night
Blue is the handle of the steak knife
Blue is the tile around the bathtub
Blue is my skin as your essence I scrub
Blue is the air as I take a deep breath
Red is the water when I have nothing left
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