She used to look around and see her whole life. Now, she only sees a wall.
Inspired by spzoos's "The Blue Street" picture...
We aren't blue at the Blue Street.
Hope says we will become green tomorrow.
Our hearts are crimson red. And incredibly sweet.
Happyness is a pink arrow.
Drunken launched at the life's rainbow leap.
Just don't let the blues take us to sorrow.
It's a dark dead-end street.