It hurts
that you don't notice
me in my bluest blue dress.

It is brisk
       It is brisk
  You are cold
     and I am melting

before you I flush
to my reddest of red
like the lipstick
     I wear
for you
    
It is brisk
             It is brisk
      and still
You don't notice.

Blind to my blue and my red
Whilst I stare a your
    silver and gold
and before you I melt
    to ashes and coal

and still you don't notice.
   Still I am blue
and the sky droops down
       over me,
           not you.
You are shining
     You are shining

You are the stars
I am the void
    in which you hang

You thrive
    even when you die
I still see you

But you are blind
     to my blue and my red.

Still,
    you don't notice.

It hurts
    that you don't notice.