I saw the blue of your lovely eyes in the sky. I saw the red of your lips in the stop sign outside. I thought maybe it was a sign.
It was a sign that it was time.
It was a sign that it was time to stop loving you.
Maybe if I would I could stop seeing your favorite color in the treetops.
Maybe if I would I could stop ignoring the fact that I keep seeing your lies in the skyline.
Maybe if I would I could stop dreaming of being with you forever and always because no one really means that so why does it matter anyways?
Right?
Maybe that’s why I saw the green of the street light after I watched you get ready to race away like my heart almost did when I saw you.
But now all I see is a stranger that screams danger because I love someone who doesn’t even remember my favorite color anymore.