This poem was written with a blue ink pen
A blank piece of paper
That was pure white when;
A girl came upon it with a blue ink pen
And her imagination bled upon it then
And with this poem she hopes to amend
Anything and everything from way back when
Like all of the pain she had caused him then
All realized with a blue ink pen.

This poem was written in a red note-book
Because her friend had given her a look
That said “I hate you for everything you took!”
So this poem was written in a blood red book

This poem was spilled from a mind
So that the thoughts would be not left behind
So the thoughts would last through the times
So people could learn of the rhymes
So the people she left behind
When she was gone
Would remember her and she would live on