Blue
Is not what the sky looks like when I look at you
You
Shine, amidst the downpour of the rain I think of you
True
The amalgamation of sweet and rude
Hue
Of green and red but colorblind though
The scent of fresh-cut grass after fine rain
At 7am when I'm okay
Fuck that, I don't care
Like a taste of metallic and pain from a papercut
Why do you have to prick my daydream bubble just like that
Just sad
