Blue / by Yessenia Funes

I once loved a boy with eyes so blue.
I loved him so —
And still do.
He knew I did.
But I?
I never really knew.
I hoped, I dreamed.
I wanted him to love me too.
But all that became of our love
Was space that grew and grew.
I reminisce, and all I feel is blue, blue, blue.

- ylf -