May 23, 2017
Blue
There’s a world washed in blue and it lives in a man I know. He breathes wealth and bathes in opulence but his hands are chilled to the touch and his love is stunted. He smiles his diamond smile that sparkles and shines bright enough to blind; he smiles and no one sees the desperation in his tired blue eyes. He speaks words of silver and bronze, beautiful words so well crafted they buy him love and adoration but they’re never bright enough, beautiful enough or worth enough to wash the blue from his skin.
