blue

What can I say?
nothing that hasn't been said by the both of us.
"I'm sorry." shouted thousands of times. but "I'm sorry." doesn't make it better. "I'm sorry." doesn't make it hurt any less. Betrayal, lies, pain, it all hurts the same.


But through it all theres that patch of blue, whether the dark clouds cover it up or not. The patch of clear true, honest, blue. No matter what you do. How many clouds you put over it, how much rain you have pouring down from it, or how many you shoot into it, it will always be blue. 


You are my blue. My heart for you, is always blue. So let the storm come. Yeah its loud, it tears things up, it tears things down. It makes is stay indoors for days. Yes its loud, and the thunder is terrifying. But afterwards, guess what? It's blue. So bring on the rain, and bring on the thunder. Sure I'm scared, but I know what's behind that cloud. And I know it's blue.