Blue

You were always wearing jeans,
your eyes were dark like night sky,
you were leaving inky fingerprints
at the right side of my lie,
and still it's weird how my blood turns blue
when I see you.

Your tears were clear like ocean,
your neck was livid and strange,
your soul smelled like Balkan
and your bruises seemed perfectly arranged,
but still it's weird how my blood turned blue
when I saw you.

You had no infrared heart;
you had an unshaped figure of sadness.
You made my life flow aimless.

It may be our blue past or blue time ahead,
I may be appaled, you may be harrased,
but still it's weird how my blood turns blue
everytime I see you.