Those blue eyes I see
They grow and bloom for me
Like a flower, a rose
A drop of water, I suppose
Your blue water and your blue thorns
My scarlet hands caress you more
My crimson blood, it drips and seeps
From my eyes, red tears do weep
These red tears blind me
From the impossibility
Of a blooming blue rose
And you loving me
Oct 24, 2025
Oct 24, 2025 at 3:15 PM UTC
Those blue eyes I see
They grow and bloom for me
Like a flower, a rose
A drop of water, I suppose
Your blue water and your blue thorns
My scarlet hands caress you more
My crimson blood, it drips and seeps
From my eyes, red tears do weep
These red tears blind me
From the impossibility
Of a blooming blue rose
And you loving me
