Blue
Blue was the colour of her lips. Her skin pale, and her eyes heavy. I remember it all to well. It stands out in front of me, as a vivid picture. But as I reach for her, she disappears. And I know; I know deep inside it is all a dream. I can not reach for her no more. I can not touch her rough skin, or trace the scar along her neck. Oh how I long to kiss those lips again!
But every time; every damn time I imagine them; they turn blue.
Blue is the colour that haunts me.
Blue is the colour that taunts me.
I look down on the sea beneath my feet. Blue waves turn white as her skin as they crash into shore. Oh how I wish those waves would sweep me away like her love used to do!
Blue was the colour of her lips.
Blue is the colour that haunts me.
Pale skin.
Blue waves turning white.
Her.
