Heaven is like curly hair all wrinkled
And folded in all the pretty places
Even in wind billows it stays mingled
Becoming a motley mess of faces
And white I suppose is like heaven too
Pure and untainted by another hue
But if you include white, then include blue
For there is no other color so true
No other can be so melancholy
I’m sure there are others in heaven too
Blue, having the face of pure revelry
These cannot be described as humans do
They must be Blurple, Inkbleen, and Re-al
Those are colors I cannot wait to feel.