All she wanted was to play.
All she wanted was to paint.
Nobody showed,
So now she is all alone.
The blues call her name,
As the tear slips down her cheek,
She remembers his name.
She remembers his game.
He said he would show,
But yet she is all alone.
All she wanted was him.
All she wanted was his time.
Now she all she wants is to sit and cry.
She needs to paint,
But she can’t bring herself to lift color from her soul.
So she sits,
And she slowly let’s the tears fall.
It’s a crush break.
It’s a first love,
And now it’s a memory for her to paint on her wall.

This Poem is based on a picture I found on the net. to view the Pic. go to this link.
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