Sad image to sad written.

"Blue is cold but before is sad."

The true blue
In drops it sketches blur.
But the blue lines
With a lot In mind
Shows cold signs ahead of time.
Using hopes to worm the wrong
And To were is now feels 
That rigtht won't long.
But they're Smiles already drip.
And canvas is possing them 
together holding on a aglitter grip.
But the fall is far from all.
And there loving far from love..
Now they were hungry
But since yesterday they been starving.
And there smiles worsen
When her smirk was stolen. 
 So the child already facing struggle,
So Grows a mustache 
And Soon a hunchback
But no time for miner set backs.
In the arms of mom he's
Attached and tangled.
 he's they're chosen
Too keep descending.
There line from ending.
But small, blue and frozen.
There cry is stained for time 
Way Beyond the horizons behind.
They're a moment 
of someone's expression.
Yet the heart can only sink the brush
 if the Brush has brushed 
to know love.
 still the worse hasn't been revealed 
 a worse-sin will mirrored.
The blue era was cold in the soul
Of Picasso door
 Dead sad 
Was on all he's slashed.