Ultramarine

Lapis Lazuli crushed into dust

Add oil and binder, rename it Lust

A blue, deep as the sky

Globbed on a brush to paint where birds fly

I am really sorry I got some on your sweater

Paul once said “Go Out and Get Her”

And you did, but I wasn’t ready

Maybe its different after extensive therapy

They always suggest “let him go,

That it is the key to help you grow.”

But how can anyone understand the paint on your sweater?

Those transcendent nights we lost in each other,

wrapped in blue seeing the stars,

our bodies are here but our souls are on mars.

You said “I couldn’t handle this sexual connection,

But had to return, you see, ultramarine causes erection”

And I wonder, could it be…

Yes, that is the most romantic thing you could’ve said to me.

Some say “this isn’t love,

if it were, planets would align above”

Do you know anyone who holds the strength

to deny cosmic spiritual wavelength?

When I look outside, see the sky blue

That is enough to know love true

Why do the feelings last forever

if we are not meant to be together?

And, I swear, once I get this head on straight

I’ll be able to decipher the meaning of fate

For now I could care less about what’s up and down

You live in the city, I live in a town

To live in this feeling again and again

A deep blue sadness when you leave now and then

is worth the bright blue sky when you return,

my friend

Kanye sucks but when he said “Waves don’t die”

I felt that as deep as I feel the sky