Blue he loved.
But only if it was in its perfect form.
I guess he loves the day 'cos there is more blue than at night.
But I am the night.
How do I make him love me?
All I can do is bathe him in blue ink and spill him on paper.
Will he love me then?
Maybe I should introduce him to the night where the sky bleeds a tint of blue too.
How will he love me?
Let me take him to the ocean but be careful to see that the sky is still blue too.
But,
What if the sky is Orange?
What if my ink is Black?
What if the night is darkest?
Will he love me still?
But only if it was in its perfect form.
I guess he loves the day 'cos there is more blue than at night.
But I am the night.
How do I make him love me?
All I can do is bathe him in blue ink and spill him on paper.
Will he love me then?
Maybe I should introduce him to the night where the sky bleeds a tint of blue too.
How will he love me?
Let me take him to the ocean but be careful to see that the sky is still blue too.
But,
What if the sky is Orange?
What if my ink is Black?
What if the night is darkest?
Will he love me still?
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