Blue

Sometimes you have to trust.

How can you be so blind? 

Happy memories dance before your eyes. 

I don't know what you're trying to hide, 

But I know that there's something wrong inside you. 

I know it's true 

Because I see blue 

In you. 

Just tell me the truth, 

Tell me what's bothering you, 

I won't know what to do 

Till you hand me your blue. 

I'm gonna set you free, 

Free to believe 

So that maybe 

Someday again

You can relearn how to dream.

Reviews

[quinfinn]

few and far between are the moments when someone, no matter how close to us, will hand us their 'blue" for scrutiny or removal. it is, i think, a vital part of the nature of all of us to conceal and contain those deeper, darker parts of our souls. to release them would be a kind of betrayal. although simplistic in form, this write is a shining pearl in an ocean of sentient and insipid madness. well thought out and cleverly penned.

[Riley Bray]

Thank you very much. Coming from a writer who clearly knows where his head is, this is very kind. I agree with what you said about self concealment for sake of self preservation, quite right.

[quinfinn]

oh well, i majored in art/creative writing and minored in psychology in college....heheh...i am a bit on the pragmatic and ridiculous side though...

[Riley Bray]

Well it's no fun to not have a screw or two loose. :P Psychology is an interesting topic to me, it's really cool you took it! As for the art/creative writing course I can see it shown in your works. :)

[quinfinn]

you are very kind. i agree that a little insanity is a very healthy thing....in a crazy world, it is a weapon of sorts. or, at the very least, a tool.

[Riley Bray]

Precisely!!!

[quinfinn]

yep....okay, i am outta here to the pub for wings and brews...back later. sent you a friend request, do with it what you will!!