Ink

The girl I talk to,
Says she loves me with all her heart,
But that its blue,
And on the wrong side.

When I see her next,
It begins to rain,
Slow streaks of blue form,
And fall from her.

I fumble,trying to catch,

All of the pieces I can see,
And those that I cannot.

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