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