Blue

When I look down to the sea, I always see the sky

And when something is really sad, it makes me want to cry,

But now I look into your eyes, and come to know and realize,

The reason why your leaving me, is not for reasons of being free,

But for all the things I've done to you, and all the times I made you blue.

Cheftell Cheftell
41-45, M
Mar 3, 2010