The Color Blue
as far as colors go
there's not a one you haven't owned
but the one that keeps haunting you
...is the color blue
from the day that your dreams left
to the thoughts they may come back
you've seen the hidden truth
...in the color blue
somethings you can't control
heart strings don't always hold
when the twine you too often use
...is in the color blue
you try and grasp the day
before it fades away
letting the night shine through
...into the color blue
all you ask is for a chance
with crayola box in hand
looking for a different hue
...outside the color blue
you'll have the color wheel
served up as your last meal
but when death finally comes for you
...it'll be in the color blue
Copyright © Mike Hauser | Year Posted 2018
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