a pale blue stupid

I've never liked that shade of blue,

it clings to my mind as if made of glue,

sticking the pages of shames diary,

to the walls of sadness for all to view,

such an embarrassing choke hold I bring,

I've stolen the birds so you can't hear them sing,

you walked away silently to your pious priory,

as I felt all your warmth and smiles emptying,