There once was a boy, with indigo hair,
a milk-white face, and an azure stare.
He dressed in black, and grey, and white,
his blue features standing out in plain sight.
The indigo boy knew just what to say,
one quote from his poems could brighten your day.
But better than his clothing or wiles
was my indigo boy's ever-brilliant smile.
One flash of a grin would make all my pain drop,
one kiss from those lips, and my heart would just stop.
My indigo boy, how I loved him so,
but to heaven, to heaven, I watched him go.
It happened on a dark and rainy night,
we were leaving for the forty-sixth flight.
But on the way, we ran out of time,
the car, it swerved into a sign.
I looked on with an absent stare,
my indigo boy now had crimson hair.
His lovely face, it had been smashed
through the shattered pane of windshield glass.
I held him in my arms so close,
whispering, "Please, my love, don't leave me alone."
His tender lips parted in one last breath,
"I love you, my dear," he said upon death.
I sat in that seat, his cold body still there,
running my fingers through his indigo hair.
And to this day, I still do miss
his loving smile, his gentle kiss,
his sweet, kind words, his azure stare.
Oh, I miss that boy with the indigo hair.
a milk-white face, and an azure stare.
He dressed in black, and grey, and white,
his blue features standing out in plain sight.
The indigo boy knew just what to say,
one quote from his poems could brighten your day.
But better than his clothing or wiles
was my indigo boy's ever-brilliant smile.
One flash of a grin would make all my pain drop,
one kiss from those lips, and my heart would just stop.
My indigo boy, how I loved him so,
but to heaven, to heaven, I watched him go.
It happened on a dark and rainy night,
we were leaving for the forty-sixth flight.
But on the way, we ran out of time,
the car, it swerved into a sign.
I looked on with an absent stare,
my indigo boy now had crimson hair.
His lovely face, it had been smashed
through the shattered pane of windshield glass.
I held him in my arms so close,
whispering, "Please, my love, don't leave me alone."
His tender lips parted in one last breath,
"I love you, my dear," he said upon death.
I sat in that seat, his cold body still there,
running my fingers through his indigo hair.
And to this day, I still do miss
his loving smile, his gentle kiss,
his sweet, kind words, his azure stare.
Oh, I miss that boy with the indigo hair.
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