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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: July 12, 2018

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Submitted: July 12, 2018



My Favourite color is blue. 
Not because it calms my senses. But because it makes me think of you.
I never had a favourite color, until you shouted out blue.
Blue like the oceans you love, 
or the specks in your green eyes.

I didn't ever like the color of the sky
Until i saw you staring up at it. 
Watching the clouds float by.
I never thought about the color of my jeans,
 until your hands began picking at the seams.
 No shade of blue even compared to the one that graced your lips,
 as you kissed the stars goodbye. 
Your fingertips matched the blue daffidils that littered your garden.

 Blue was the color you were burried in.

Ironic isn't it?

 Blue was the color of your soul,
 and you had forged mine to match.
Blue was the color of the midnight sky, the one we laid beneath
 for the last time.
 My favourite color is blue, not because it shines the brightest, but because it reminds me
 of you.

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