It hurts
that you don't notice
me in my bluest blue dress.
It is brisk
It is brisk
You are cold
and I am melting
before you I flush
to my reddest of red
like the lipstick
I wear
for you
It is brisk
It is brisk
and still
You don't notice.
Blind to my blue and my red
Whilst I stare a your
silver and gold
and before you I melt
to ashes and coal
and still you don't notice.
Still I am blue
and the sky droops down
over me,
not you.
You are shining
You are shining
You are the stars
I am the void
in which you hang
You thrive
even when you die
I still see you
But you are blind
to my blue and my red.
Still,
you don't notice.
It hurts
that you don't notice.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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