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Blue – H.G Scott

Cold, unforgiving, lifeless
That what it is
Not bright like a sunny sky

No bluebirds singing tunes today
Just the sound of violins
And a lonely heart
Breaking at the sound

Used to be of laughter
Used to be of love
Used to be a blanket to keep us warm

It was your clothes
It was your life
It was your smell

It was perfect
It was all we needed
It was all we had

It was the color of your lifeless lips
It was the color of your open eyes
It was the color of my tears when I cried

It was what had you
It was what took you
It was what killed you

I miss you
I love you
Come back

Then I wouldn’t be so…

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