He was always blue
Blue and black plaid jacket
Padded with black lining
Room painted blue
Not too light but not too dark
Blue and silver
The colour of Brian O'Connor's skyline
Man you loved that car
I remember you said once
You'd do anything you could to have a skyline
And you'd paint it exactly the same
One day
You'd do it
Blue soul
Always seeing the world while it rained
But never as the sun was shining
It was always cold
Dark and cold
When you smiled
It was like the sun
Sunflower
Happy in the darkest of places
And that was you
That was you
But you never got to see it
From where I stood
And now I'll never see it again
YOU ARE READING
Poetry Book 5
PoetryThis is the fifth installment in the random poetry compilation. There is no rhyme or reason to the poetry; it all exists together. If you've been here a while, you'll know that after 100 poems, there will be another book. I normally rant about my co...
