The blues were to marry the reds.
The paint was meant to be mixed .
But sometimes red married reds,
And these colors couldn't be fixed.
And some blues could marry some blues,
Though most thought it wrong.
But after hard work and acceptance,
They finally all got along.
As a blue, some things i kept hidden,
Because love among two blues was forbidden.
I was a blue who loved a blue,
And it wasn't what we were supposed to do.
But she wasn't a blue very like me.
She wished she was red.
So bad, in fact, that i was worried,
She could soon be dead.
But if she was a blue who became a red,
And i still loved her half to death,
Our paint was mixed and we were fixed
And i could let go of my breath.