Blue is the color of the forgotten girl
-- Hidden away in a crevice of your mind.
Blue is the color when you can't see me
-- I promise I'm right here.
Blue is the color I taste
-- When he cherishes red.
Blue is the color of an endless path
-- Mistakenly taken and so dearly regretted.
Blue is the color of the walls with the ugly sounds
-- I can hear the ghosts from here.
Blue is the color of unhappiness I see in the 'Sound *
-- Why can't you hear me?
* 'Sound= Puget Sound, located in Washington
So if you were wondering why "Blue is the color" is repeated, it was because it was the prompt that was given.
I may use this as a display piece in the expedition at the end. I have another poem that I'll post separately because of OCDness.
