Let it be true, not blue 🔥🍏🧩 Her hand reaches, and time arches.
Pushing through thick molasses.
Silence. She fights the darkness.
Lies camouflage promise.
Once burned to black ash.
She remembers what,
she once had forgotten.
On a rocket ship traveling the speed of light,
now lies before her in plain sight.
The date written in white.
Secrets hidden tucked away tight.
Set in the shadows for a special night.
A muse, every detail planned out.
Blue a favorite color of this Knight.
A holocaust was about to ignite.
The blue dress, only known by her,
A small box, slow clacks of currency,
It felt like savings would take an eternity.
Within her safe, a date was embodied,
Waves of silky blue, fit perfectly.
The day now closer.
Moods shift, and feelings of despair.
Secrets of blue with no hope of repair.
Hate suffocates lungs, and she battles for air.
Electric strings reverberate deep inside her chest, forgetting to mute the rest.
Flooded green eyes, drinks of bitter apples under a crown and freezing rain.
A blue dress locked in chains,
now it awaits the red death of flames.
Shame trimmed blame.
Time stopped playing games.
She never forgot that dress, the date written in white or that crashing maybe love train.
Back from the past,
standing on the wrong side of a door.
She races for the lobby floor.
She would never make visits to any dress stores.
Everything seemed right, just as before.
She drops to the floor,
and pain reminds her, it keeps score.
She roams an ocean,
searching for blue depth.
The shore far out of sight,
but only her feet get wet.
Love hides at the bottom,
where she no longer places bets.
She misses the feeling of silky blue threads but remembers flames burn in devastating red.
Will she ever love the color blue?
The date in white,
will it ever blur out of view?
Will love ever reignite,
or was it just untrue?
Her heart wants to feel what it once thought it knew.
Only time has a clue.
In the meantime,
she is staying close to her cocoon.