She said she liked the colour blue,
So I grew to like it too.
She said she loved the way it shone,
Like waves glistening in the morning sun.
I grew to love the colour blue,
But only because she loved it too.
But her attention moved to something else,
No, not something, someone.
She laughed and she smiled, eyes sparkling but not like they did when she was with me.
This guy was someone she loved.
For even so I loved her, she loved me not.
So I lie
In a sea of blue
Her favourite colour.
And even though I am without a heartbeat,
Maybe she will realised how much she loved me when I am gone.
