I want to write some poetry or type some text to you but my brain is on some overload, an I think it's turning blue
an not my shade of indigo, as that's my favorite hue,
but more like blue of sadness deep in an oceanic wave,
I hope it's not tsunami like an if- I pray to save,
The memories of you an I the ones I've colored red, as beautiful those memories are to treasure when I'm dead, but for now- I'll just go back to sleep an rest my weary head,
an hope to see some beautiful an different colors, again come the sun.