the sky was blue, blue blue, clear blue, sky blue
i lived up north a long time but i don’t think i ever saw blue ice, never quite understood, blue is cold, ice is cold, lips turn blue
but i never saw blue ice
sapphires are blue, sometimes blue, sometimes not, but those aren’t sapphires in my head, blue stones only
and the sky was blue, azure, cerulean, navy, cobalt, like the gulf of mexico ten minutes after an afternoon shower when the silt resettles and the nearly clear blue beckons
dated a few ladies with blue eyes, but they seemed to be the craziest, not like the soulful brown eyes that steal your soul, or playful green with a hint of temper, nor mutts like mine ever shifting
the blue eyes were sharp, the owners knew who to cut, the sex was phenomenal but the after was hell, when that blue locked it was adrenaline
and the sky was blue, but it isn’t now, now it is night but in my head i remember the blue
blue is sad, maybe i am blue so it resonates on a different frequency, blue is a pool in which i glide, letting it take me a pore at a time
the sky has been gray and i have been blue and i long to be numb again
Blue eyed women are fucking amazing…
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Agreed. All ladies are amazing. The blue is a warning though.
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How do you figure? Mine are brown and I’m one crazy bitch.
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the secret is, we are all crazy bitches. some hide it better than others.
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10000000%. I choose not to hide it because why bother? I’m not all bad, I am just drawn that way.
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