Baby blue
His eyes
Calculated, Cold
As he stared off into space.

Baby blue
His veins
Exposed, Open
Webs spiraling up his pale hands.

Baby blue
His smoke
Transparent, Thin
Clouding from his lips into the night air.

Baby blue
His heart
Fragile, Small
Tucked inside his ribs and sheltered from the world.

Red painted his hands
His soul
Torn, Broken
While he longed to be...

Baby blue.

Maybe in another life,
A smile will harbor his thin lips,
A laugh will grace his soft voice,
A hand will hold his shaky fingers.

Maybe in another life he will be...

Baby blue.