Paint Them Red
I took them blue at first
Without the consequence
But jealousy took the best of me
And so I paint them red
So old but so comforting
Not a single mind or care
But sadness grew upon them
And so I paint them red
Nothing needed to hold them
Together they were not
Soon they lost good footing
And so I paint them red
Walking on grids I was
With angry blue beneath me
They all say I took them away
And so I paint them red
No more could I take
It got to be too hard
Never have I missed anything more
And so I paint them red
Alone they sit now
Abandoned but so loved
One day they would return
And so I paint them red
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