Do you see the white light at the end of the tunnel?
Do you see the grey leaves on the trees?
Do you see the dark grey sea we sink into to?
Because colors don't come easily to my crying eyes.
Until I wake up one day and everything is blue.
My pastel walls are blue.
My bed is blue.
My eyes that reflect in the mirror are blue.
And now I see you in full length color.
And my lips now tickle my eyes.
And I now cry but no more.
No more blue tears.
