There's a girl
sitting on the edge
of the world,
touching the blue
with her fingertips,
making the sky fall.
She's no longer
a singer,
a hoper,
a lover.
She is tragically
blue,
slipping away,
turning her back
on a world she once
wanted to see.
She is tragically
blue,
keeping her hands hidden
in her pockets,
closing her eyes,
blind to a boy she once
wanted to keep.