Boy Blue--->
When I was 17
I had a boy blue
His heart was blue - not his eyes
His eyes were a piercing dark brown; warm and full all at the same
He was my boy blue
Not dull blue but whatever blue I needed him to be
Whatever his shade, it complimented mine
For when I was 17 I had every symptom of bipolar disorder, depression, anxiety
Down and Up to Mania
And he rode every wave with me. Up and down - Far and Wide
Sometimes split by my splitting personality
but he rode on just the same - desiring the good, the best of me
He took me on like a one man Army , all by himself at the front line
Never surrendered except to show me his heart
For he knew I was not as much as the monster I'd shown him
Boy Blue
Not Knight in shining Armor
Just a boy truly desiring to win the mind of a girl
Never lost in the rainstorm of Mania
But cruising solid - Firm and strong
And he never let it go
That Boy Blue
Never gave me up
Not for Anything.
- Rebecca Wave
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Sunset Everywhere
PoetryIt is the beginning of a new Phase A step forward into life Above the void it was before Newness and the Death of a child Rebirth of a woman that has not fully learned But is willing to teach and to show all Every color of the wind
