I like the colour blue,
I was the colour blue,
dreams and solitude.
In a world where most were yellow,
I chose to remain blue.
I refused to fall victim to this sickness,
refused to let it taint my hue.
She was a fine shade of cyan when we met,
her serene colour reminded me of calm oceans.
She had beauty in her sadness,
her mind withheld sunken treasures,
that I so badly wanted to seek.
Days went by and her colour began to change,
Shades of yellow began to flow through her veins.
She thought it was happiness,
I knew it was tragedy.
I never liked yellow,
I detested it.
But I knew she still had Cyan in her heart,
hoping that with every beat,
this yellow will be replaced.
With time I realised,
Maybe she wasn’t Cyan anymore but
her soul was Celadon, Shamrock, Jade –
more than a stain of yellow.
She will always be my Cyan.
She will be the closest thing to yellow
I’d ever come to love.
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