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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.

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Jul 28, 2014
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