Blue was always the color she displayed when she felt insecure
while her mind would shy away waiting for the words of admiration from a stranger lips
“Who am I’ she would ask her reflection as she stood in front of her lover’s eyes
For the fist he uses is the only thing he touches her with to show affection
Ms. Purple, she always been the closes to her
As her tears from those shallow memories she buries in her thoughts always seems to linger
Until her angels clutches the bottle just to keep the lights in her heaven still awake
She’s beautiful though, but will she ever know
If her anger shall never find that sweet melody her heart desires to play
I know she’s tired, eye’s weary hoping something in the night sky hears her wishes and screams all at once
While her lips remains closed
She feels grey so she takes pills to sleep away while the world continues to flourish
And time continue to breathe for her as though her lungs try to sober up she smiles physically as she hurts inside
But yet the sky will always be sunny and blue