Why the color Blue,
Every time I fall in love?

I'll forever hate that orange kitchen,
Lingering through floors if I see you,
Another place where I might meet you
Hoping it's you I run into,

My fear to give you that small white letter,
I wrote to you under snowy weather,
And now spring came back, like it never left,
My feelings, the letter, it's still kept

Summer came and washed away
Everything that seemed so clear,
My friend told me, she always loved you
Last string cut, I have to get through.

Spreading through my lungs it scratches my throat then pokes my eyes out.

It acts quite tidewise.

I act as if the words I write down had power over me.
And when I do I always wonder...
What it's like to be blind and invisible?
Why is our life not liveable?

Grey skies, grey clouds when you came,
I then figuired out I was not okay,
To tell my story in the proper way,
I must tell you I'm a castaway,

I've always been pale,
My hair dark as night,
Left tears on pillows,
When my secrets became too hard to hide.

I know most people,
But never friends,
I keep my feelings,
I won't ever tell,

Not even you so stop keep asking,
To speak the things my world is lacking,
I've been around but you never showed up,
And now I'm afraid that I might feel true love.

Our secret moments,
The thousand times,
Fading lights and,
Drowns in eyes,

And then to wake up from your lies,
A piece of me that always dies,
And all those things I can't avoid,
Endless, lightless, dark, black voids.

All the years that passed me by,
I ask myself, am I still alive?
I've always failed to ease this thirst,
But I want you to know that I loved you first.