My Blue

Everything of his is blue.
Doesn’t matter the color or hue.
His pills,his jeans.

And the fingers on his hands.
For he is devoid of color as of late.
Like a cloud of smoke.

He hoped to not be late.
But he touched me and I turned into a shade of lilac.
I knew that is not his color.

But I kept going despite the odor.
And then everything goes gray.
His hair,or his clothes all the way.

Because colors need vibrancy to shine.
If I was next to him as lilac.
I would make his color also mine.

I will give him a pop of color.
And colors will give us power.
And then the sunrise appears,he drips into it.

And his ink is spilling low.
I wanted to help his color grow.
So what if we are not a rainbow?

Atleast we have eachother.
Blue,then gray.
Colors give you affection and power.

And you were red,that’s why you liked me.
Because I was also blue deep down.
Then you said lilac is not for you.

And I didn’t frown.
For even if you go far away.
The memories and affection won’t go away.

They will comfort me when we are apart.
Keeping happy my lilac soul and heart.
And blue combines with red.

We become into a shade of majestic lilac.
And colors keep us well fed.
Blue,gray and then red.

If we have to,would we change colors just to fit in?
Or would we stay blue and lilac?
Now everything goes gray.

Kids laugh and play.
Everyone is different colors.
Blue,purple,red.

Sometimes people lack their usual color.
And that’s okay.
Colors mix and play.

I hope my vibrant blue will stay.
For I was red,now I’m lilac.
All thanks to the blue moon once an year.

When we feel peace and not fear.
The new upcoming fear.
I know it might be scary.

Fireworks of all colors explode in the sky.
Will they stay?
Or slowly fade away out of blue?

If you were blue,you would be my favorite color.
As lilac,we stand high among other.
Colors don’t even fade in the shower.