Everything he could see was blue.
His home;blue and cold.
His friends;blue and fake.
Until he found color in this simply blue world.
He found color within music.
Everything colorful with music, and he loved it.
Who wouldn't? In a place full of blue who wouldn't love a change of color?
Until everything turned; the colors began to fade. They began to fade to blue.
He cried for the love of music; the love of different colors.
Now everything's blue again.
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This Time Today
PoetryThings that may relate to my life or my thoughts it just depends. You can ask, I don't mind.
