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Keni, I really do not want to seem like I strike at you, but..
This really sounds like a very morbid children's rhyme.
"you love every colour and the colours are blue
the birds pass me by, in flying and flew"
Namely "you love every colour and the colours are blue"
What does that even mean?
You made it rhyme twice a strophe, well congratulations. But it doesn't make a whole lot of sense.
"She loves every colour, but they are all blue." is what you are actually saying here,
And all so you could rhyme something with flew.
Please, consider next time you write poetry, 'Does this actually make sense, or am I rambling?'
Again, I do not mean to offend you, I truly am trying to make you see my point.
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