Blue is the sky on hot summer days
Blue is the ink in my pen
That's bleeds poetry on the paper
Blue are my lenses that I love to donne
Blue are the shirts that my father wears
Blue is the bruise that I often wince at
Blue is the wave of the silent ocean
That crashes against the sand
Blue is how I feel when I drown my sorrows in Tequila
And Blue will be the moon, when I'll lie next to you while you smile at me, lying there almost half asleep.
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