The blue girl can’t sing,
she can dance when everyone is watching
but never alone.

The blue girl was named after the sky,
the type that celebrates the sun
but she loves the rain.

The blue girl was in a red dress today.
the kind that makes you think of blood and lies
but she looked like fresh snow.

And she smiled at me as the city went by
florescent lights, sea breeze and dreams.
And like a love song on loop
that smile refuses to go.


3 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. The Priestess of Q
    Nov 02, 2012 @ 20:48:10

    Awww! You wrote a Love Song! ❤


  2. tropical seagull
    Nov 16, 2012 @ 10:18:28

    Is this The sea ? (- named after the sky. Loves the rain )
    Also , didn’t understand the “looked like fresh snow ” part. This poem has abstraction at its best. Don’t usually come across abstract poems online. It’s quite amazing how you were inspired writing down this piece…


  3. Mave
    Nov 17, 2012 @ 10:37:28

    It isn’t the sea I’m talking about..rather not just the sea. I was trying to paint a picture of what I felt with words. Feelings are abstract and confusing and each one is fleeting, and this is how I like to get them across.

    Also by fresh snow I’m trying to talk about an illusion of innocence.


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