Blue
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Through and through the lines were blue
The paper, white; the pencil, new
Each stroke the artist made gave way
To new creations everyday
All her life, she drew and drew
The lines of blue she can’t undo
Her paper cried of many sorrows
Blue did not entail tomorrow
Her past was not as kind as most
The ones she loved were now the ghosts
She was disturbed by many haunts
She was awake for many dawns
She thought up many different lines
Whose ends met up and intertwined
Her hands were quick to fill the page
Feelings in ink, she would engage
Her happiness grew less and less
With her drawings she could confess
Through and through the lines were blue
She drew them as she mourned for you