Blue

Blue
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The Color is Blue

Maybe it’s true when you’re blue
You seem to exist in a world
Just within you
Unnoticed and unheard
In a place as careless
As me and of course
As you… isn’t it that true?
Cruel moments maybe realized
If only ego knew how far it would go
Before it learns to blend
In harmony of endless regrets
That plays a sound in the heart
Without its sweetest melody
Waiting to be set free
No matter how hopeless
And no longer with thee…





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