Blue Blue is a berry,
Not a Sugar Plum Faerie.
Blue is some candy,
(Suckers are dandy.)
Blue are my eyes,
They hold many a surprise.
Blue is my heart,
You tore it apart.
Blue is your hair,
But you really don’t care.
Blue is the color of the sky
For what is the worth of what you buy
Blue is the color of my jeans
What does or could this mean
Blue is the color of suffering
For there is no happiness to bring
Blue is the color of coldness
Gone, loss, and loneliness
Heather Moore
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2 comments:
Very interesting poem you picked. Were you feeling sad when you chose it?
yes i was sad
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