Minsandrae Stories

Everything is blue; his pills, his hands his jeans, and now I'm covered in the colours, pulled apart at the seams. And it's blue~ Everything is grey; his hair, his smoke, his dreams, and now he's so devoid of colour he doesn't know what it means. And he's blue~ When they finally got together she got coloured by the art of love yet he got rubbed out and went grey.