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Crayola Blue
I used to dream about love
Like it couldn’t be touched,
Or reached,
Only talked about
I knew invisible
Like the back of my hand,
Came to terms with it
Like an old friend
I smiled when my sisters
Got roses from lovers
And they introduced me
To boyfriends and brothers
Still, I never felt anything
Then he came along
With words like a song
Stuck fast in my head
He saved me instead
Of watching me drift
To a place I call never,
Where I’d be lonely forever
And it’s all thanks to you,
My Crayola Blue,
That I’m not quiet
Anymore
Yes, darling it’s true,
That Crayola Blue
Twinkled down,
And it felt magical
Now, nothing can stop me
From keeping your heart
While you hold onto mine
Tightly
I’m dancing in flames
While I whisper your name
I’m burning, and smiling
So brightly
Now, it’s safe to land
So please take my hand
And slowly
Guide me home
I’m content to trace
The lines of your face
Over and over
Until infinity
And it’s all thanks to you,
My Crayola Blue,
That I’m not quiet
Anymore
Yes, darling it’s true,
That Crayola Blue
Twinkled down,
And it felt magical
There is a letter I wrote
Ages ago
When I couldn’t speak
And tears stained my cheeks
It begged anyone listening
While my eyes were glistening
To find warm arms
To wrap me in
Dear, I guess you’re my quilt,
And these walls we’ve built
Will keep us close enough
For now
I’d say I was flying
But then I’d be lying
Because this is
So much better
And it’s all thanks to you,
My Crayola Blue,
That I’m not quiet
Anymore
Yes, darling it’s true,
That Crayola Blue
Twinkled down,
And it still feels magical
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