Blue is her color
and he traces it on the paper
careful not to break.
Green and purple try,
but they can’t equate to love.
Blue is her color.
He trembles as he draws:
glass in his veins.
Careful not to break.
He whispers and groans:
“I am a ruin, but…”
blue is her color.
Wood creaks;
he holds.
Careful not to break.
Sunken eyes sparkle;
a feeling unrequited.
Blue is her color,
careful not to break.