Blue Eyes


It's just one street
One street that holds a million memories
Every time I look down it I can't help but paint it in blue
The color of the eyes that could read me inside and out
The eyes of a boy who never quite turned into a man yet I didn't mind
We were everything and nothing all at the same time
When I look down the street, I paint everyone black
I paint them black because with you I forgot anyone else mattered
When I look down the street, all the way to the end
I only see bursts of colors
I paint it that way because the colors give life to the painting
Just like you did with me
The colors are symbols of untold events that you always kept
When I look down the street
I can see the memories unraveling before me
But how can a street mean so much?
After all it's just one street

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