Blue

Its late december And you, i may not remember. Your face was worth the pain. But now i have to race. For the rememberance of your face. Between the breeze between the air. How unfair. I have the chance to enjoy the world. While you stay in the underworld Unremembered. Shall i stay?. In a world without the value of you. Its late december, and your not a member here anymore. I wish i could remember your face. For it is moving out of place. The color blue isnt the same anymore. For that color was yours truely. And yours it shall remain. For when i forget you. It wont remain the same as it was before. Blue.