Girl in Blue

From head to toe,

clad in blue was she.

Her nails painted in the same hue

as the ink in her pen.

“Blue!” was what her room screams,

her car, too, says the same thing.

Like Midas was she,

only what she touches turns

to blue instead of a golden hue.

The sky and the sea,

a magnificent sight for her.

She would paint the whole town

blue if she could.

As she skips her blue shoes

on the pavement,

and as her blue skirt twirls

and her blue scarf flies with the wind,

a sight was she to behold.

Every eye mesmerized

by the girl in blue;

reminding them of tranquillity

and innocence.

But as the sky turns to black,

and she is left alone in her room,

the blue walls become waves:

drowning her in a sweet embrace.

Like a ship,

tossed about in waves of despair,

being wrecked by a harsh truth.

She could have anything in that hue

From shoes to toenails

To dresses to pen and papers

She could paint the whole town blue

Just to remember the eyes

she once saw

Eyes that made her heart plunged

Into the deepest ocean

Eyes that were like pools

She never wanted to get out of

That fateful day,

There is no other color existing

Other than rainbow's fifth one

She could paint the whole town blue

To feel like she's in his world

To feel his eyes on her

To drown in this sensation

She could paint the whole town blue

Yet his eyes would never wander

Back to her.