Blue
They call it the color of sorrow
and use it to depict
deepest sadness and mournful
sentiments
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Blue
The color of tears
The color of the stormy sea
The color of veins in ice cold skin
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I say that Blue is not the color of sorrow
It is the color of the dress
she wore to her first date
It is the color of her eyes;
and don't they look like the sea?
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And the sea isn't sad - it's beautiful
and full of life, like her smile
when she sees her favorite flower;
Bluebells

Today I forgot
the very thing I lost
I forgot I lost it
I forgot what it was

Tomorrow I found
in my memory tossed
what was not there
where all along
it never was

Be yourself
there isn’t anyone else
who’d be a better YOU

Don’t be me
and be blind to see
all that YOU could be

Don’t be them
and fail when
they ask for all YOU are

For even then
one can’t pretend
being YOU is best by far

You ask me
”do you love me?”
I reply
“would you like that I do?”

I ask
”do you love me?”
You say
”would you want me to?”

We wait for the sunset
silently we stare out to the sea
and I’m thinking just how much

I love you

and only if you knew

my heart
was caged for keeping

my mind
kept safe inside a case

my soul
hid from stealing

my body
kept guard by my face