Blue

I do not like the color blue
But blue loves me

It wrings me out
Flat to dry 
And to feel 
And to cry

I do not like the color blue
But it enjoys my company

And the bus passes by
But I am not on board
No because I am the train

The train that wrecks
Everything in its path
That destroys the little solace 
Of the tracks it follows

I do not like the color blue
No I love blue just as much

Because when everyone else 
Gave up
It was blue that I could trust

Because blue took my hand 
And dried my tears
And helped me up

I only made one 
Simple promise 
And for blue that was enough

I do not like the color blue
But blue is my only friend 

Blue showed me the sneers
Blue caught the red hand 
Blue saved me

Blue 

Saved 

Me

And I have everything to 
Owe
Blue has nothing
To gain

So why did blue save me
And dry up my tears 
Only to desert me
When yellow calls my name

I do not like the color blue
And I hate the color yellow

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