The blue, the green, the violet times All twisted and distorted lies Confined in my nostalgic mind I see aurora borealis skies Sapphires clasped around my neck Tinted light shines through As it reflects up my chest It colours my heart, deep blue I remember your eyes were indigo Deep and dark, untrue My memories are distorted But I remember the blue Your love was like the gentle tide You gifted and withdrew But I’d stay stranded on the sand Simply to gaze at the blue The blue,

She struck the match upon the box And sparked a tiny flame It sparkled and spat and glowed in gold And thus, began the game She twiddled the tiny piece of wood Between her fingertips Exhilarated by the danger She tucked the match between her lips She watched the tiny fire At the end of the tiny stick She felt the heat beat on her cheek As it crawled towards her lip She felt her heart beat faster She wanted to feel its kiss Danger beckoned, but in the last second She spat it f