Blue
I heard a song in blue,
like a flower crying for the dew.
In the silence of my dreams,
he's still in love with me.
He still smiles at me
and holds my hands.
Still flirts and speaks
with me during band.
I feel sentimental
when those brown eyes look my way.
Rarely, he sees me and scowls.
The rest of the time he doesn't see me at all.
I tell my friends
I've moved on, he never respected me.
But deep down inside, I know it's a lie,
because my thoughts always end
whenever I hear his voice,
see his smile, smell his breath,
hear him play with all his might.
I wouldn't react this way if I had a choice.
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