Blue, The tint of uncertainty you feel looking at waters
Or the tragedy before a healing wound
It’s in her veins, so from the inside she seems cold
Equivalent to the quivering sadness
Watching the bitter truth unfold
Watching yourself waking from a dream of gold
But it was
red too
Incomparable to rose coloured glasses
The things you see in Hollywood movies and decide isn’t real
It couldn’t be real
Whenever her eyes met mine and decided to stay
Whenever we tore those systems apart, we lived in
With every memory that just wasn’t meant to stay
I’ll look up at the sky and see it’s purple
Yes, to my own fault but still because of you
I’ll die, not giving up either red or blue
- - Chelsea A.
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