Six

I am lost with the number six

Because I wrote words like blue

The desk i sit at keeps me blank with the color tan

A bottle sits on my desk full of water

while i look on this paper an write, I see me hair fall round my face

and sleeves of my purple jacket

 

I am wearing my jacket

I am still lost with the number six

I think about how i dyed my hair

And will never dye it blue

I rinse the past awayby diving into the water

and the desk is still beneith me, tan

 

why must the desk be tan

since its a different day i am not wearing my jacket

also i dont have the water bottle of water

still stuck on the number six

but today i am  wearing a jacket that is blue

and around my hair falls my hair

 

I sratened me hair today

and the desk is still the same, tan

still stuck on the word blue

i wish i had my jacket

to keep me warm from six,

people who are drinking there surgard water

 

I would like water

'and i have brown and blonde hair

the number i am still stuck on is six

and that desk i wish was other than tan

i have taken a put on the tan desk my jacket

and i sit in a chair that is blue

 

The chair that is blue

The bottle full of water

on the chair in my jacket

around my face falls my hair

the desk that is tan

the number i never got to write about, six

 

Remember, I said i will never dye me hair blue

Its True, That desk which is tan has that bottle of water still

whith my jacket on the chair and that number six stuck on my head