the look on your face
the dress that i wore
the colour i wished the flowers were
and not your heart
the ocean, the skies
the turquoise
and mellow scent of your perfume
that moment we had
my colour blindness
only deceived me
into thinking that it was okay
when you were sad
because you only "seemed" sad
and i might have been happy
and all i cud see anyway was blue
love shouldn't make us blind to the suffering of those loved