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Jul 2014
It's the color of his eyes that take you in,
He approaches you with a grin.

The color of the décor on your first date
You smile and laugh, then look away.

It’s the color of the water when you go out on a boat
You shiver, and so he gives you his coat.

The color of broken glass from your first fight
The sky is foreboding as you run into the night.

The color of the flowers he brings to apologize.
The sheer sincerity you see in his eyes.

It’s the sky’s bright hue as you lie on the hill.
Wishing you could stay here, and keep it still.

The sapphire necklace he gave to you
You were wary, it didn't look new

The color of his shirt when you said those 3 words
And the only reply was the chirping of the birds

The color in your heart when he started to fade
When you realized you were with a grenade

The color of her dress as it lay on the floor
You take a step back and slam the door.

The color of the guilt he claims to have
But you know you can’t buy that

Now was the time, you finally understood
It’s the color of your tears as you leave for good.
Written by
Anshika
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