Violet hues
Every time I see those
I remember you
I like to think in blue
But now all I could think about is you
An elegant, profound thinker with a hint of mystery too
You wanted attention and I gave it willingly
I like to write about melancholy
Now I write about you
And our midnight conversations
About each other's perception, life's composition
How you like my blue galaxy paint
How I like your violet ink sketch
Your memories and heartbreaks
My emotional breakdowns and mistakes
I had hope that violets are for blue
How those poems and songs told blue is your muse
I let my smile curves like the crescent moon in the sky
While reading your messages and creating scenarios in my mind
How my heart made beautiful beats and let my hope dance, dance like no one's watching
Reckless and innocently falling
Sadly, we talk so in sync but feel so differently
You said violet looks good in black
How you start feeling something
In her black eyes, black hair and how she looks so cool on her black things
How her white skin perfectly combine in her black shirt and jeans
My smile hurts along with my heart
I have to pretend and act nonchalant
The beats of my heart died and tears dance flawlessly in my cheeks
For the truth that violet wasn't meant for blue and this feeling, I will never speak
