Oct 2016
It's the color of your eyes and the
cold shoulder you're givin' me.
It's the sun dancing on the surface
as you keep dragging me deeper.
It's the sky as I lie on my back,
breath frozen in my lungs.
It's the cool of your whisper in my ear
and the chill as I feel it haunting me.
It's my breath fogging up the bathroom mirror
when I realize you're no longer beside me.
cold shoulder you're givin' me.
It's the sun dancing on the surface
as you keep dragging me deeper.
It's the sky as I lie on my back,
breath frozen in my lungs.
It's the cool of your whisper in my ear
and the chill as I feel it haunting me.
It's my breath fogging up the bathroom mirror
when I realize you're no longer beside me.
This is another of my "describe something without actually using the name of that something" prompt responses. This is my response to the color blue. It was partially (and only partially) inspired by the song "Blue Lips" by Regina Spektor.
