It's the color of the ocean
Every salty thing reminds you of that day at the ocean
Her eyes matched perfectly to the Caribbean
It was almost as if the gods had taken the water and filled her eyes with it
She was beautiful that day
She is not beautiful now
As she lays in the sheets of the very same color
Her fingernails seem to exist with that color perfectly painted on it
This color is dreaded in every inch of your veins
In every bones in your body
You hate this color because this color is
Her