His favorite color was blue
So I picked him a blue rose
I Caught him a blue jay
I Dyed my hair blue
I started wearing blue eyeshadow
I Dressed in blue
I Read blue books
Ate blueberries
Sang the blues
Sat by the ocean
And I Cried
Hoping one day he would notice me
But he still wouldn't
Until one day My face was blue too
I couldn't breathe..
But that didn't matter anymore
He finally noticed me!
Too bad Im already gone..
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His favorite Color
Short StoryA sad-ish short story about a girl who desperately wanted a boy and did anything to have him, changing her appearance, and the things she did and ate. In the end taking her own life by hanging herself, leaving her face blue, only for him to notice h...
