BLUE
 
How does this apply,
If I surrendered all I knew,
All I have ever done,
With the sky all colors,
Before the feeling blue…
 
I escape before your midst,
I’m possessive as I watch you,
Your mistakes are beyond me,
For you wish no one knew,
The color fades to blue…
 
So now it’s bright,
With our future in mind,
I use imagery to capture,
the heart and past times…
 
But as I start to paint,
Something clouds my mind.
 
I start thinking of you,
As the brush strokes the canvas,
The only color I paint turns to BLUE… 
 
A poem by Matt James