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The poem that makes no sense -Dream

Blue.
The only color he can see.

Rose's are brown, my heart is black
What do I do when he keeps coming back?

I fight and cry
Wondering why
The little blue boy
Keeps coming back.

What did I do for him to like me?
All I did was act like he wanted to fight me.
The rhyme is funny
Its not ment to be,
But the little blue boy keeps stairing at me.

Poems are hard to make.
Especially when your life is at stake.
The Rhymes make no sense.
But I'm here anyways sitting on a bench.

Rose's are red, my heart is black,
But I love the way you stare back.

-Dream