My Blue Shirt Boy
You are the blueshirt boy. You wear blue when I first met you. You strummed your blue guitar. You cleaned your face with your blue handkerchief. You like to stare at the blue skies.
I started wearing blue. I painted myself blue. I pretend to like the color blue. You pretend to love me too.
Loving him is a quest. You know you will lose in the end but you still try.
His words could either bring you to the happiest place in the earth or in a room where he's not there anymore.
I love you
The most beautiful sound to me is not his music. It's his voice when he said 'I love you', even if it's a lie.
I don't know where this love I have for you comes from. It's so huge I don't know where to put it now that you're gone.