Blue.
Pink kind of blue.
Somber mood. So beautiful.
This agony awakes a pure kind of pain in my chest.
I have a colour for my crisis.
A mermaid,
a little dragon sing for me.
Soothing yet utterly depressing.
Perfect pitch for my mood.
I am sitting on a flying island
I  sit there quietly
I feel the slow
cool wind
I watch the horizon.
Blue.
Pink kind of blue.
This somber mood is so beautiful, really.

how I miss her
you were mine
I was yours
I gave you away for no reason

as beautiful
as a precious stone passed through generations
too blind to see your brilliance
you were my true gift
Now I watch from afar
happy in somebody else's arm
How I wish I knew better
My true love
I now write poems
in regret
I wait for the miracle to be with you again.
Take care for now.