Bleu - A Quick Rant

Coffee and Chaos

Blue.

Blue
Blue
Blue
Blue Blue Blue Blue-

Yes,
Those eyes were blue.

Or,
As she would say,
Bleu~

(And I’ll be your rose-)

Blue,
But not that of oceans.


(The Atlantic wouldn't dare to reach such depths-)

No,
Her eyes were blue as the stars,
Those that burned far brighter than any others.

(But not a flame of white, for I could not live if she were to supernova-)

Burning blue,
She is far more blinding than any star.
Sometimes I catch myself staring for too long.

(The afterburn still echoes in my vision-)

Face tinted rose and bleu.
She tries to hide beneath makeup,
But I think the color should be coveted in museums,
A perfect shade that none could never match.

(Not even the finest of machines could dream to do so-)

I stare at the night sky,
In all its unending wonder,
And I see the depths of her irises beneath shadows.

I stare at the noon clouds,
A painting of pretty pastels,
And I see her shine beneath stage light.

I stare at the sunlit horizon,
With its violet undertones,
And laugh,
For it could never come close to her in the dim streetlight.

(Everywhere I go these sunspots torment me-)

They laugh with me,
For those eyes and I both know
That nothing else will ever come close to their brilliance.

Before we met,
Blue was my favorite color.
Now?
It is the only color I see.

(So I smile,
With my faltering eyes stained a sun bleached green-
Knowing that the stars were never in my reach.)

  • Author: Coffee and Chaos (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 30th, 2022 20:41
  • Comment from author about the poem: Hi! I've never wrote anything before, but today we had a short poetry project in school and it was really fun. I decided to give it a shot so, I opened a new tab and let my most recent brain rot spill on the page.
  • Category: Love
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Comments1

  • L. B. Mek

    wonderfully raw and unshackled creativity
    'The afterburn still echoes'
    (scarred by fire's ultimate Blue Flames
    great imagery)
    thanks for sharing, a great read



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