colours
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the brightest colours fill my head
"will reach your destiny soon, heart said
the BLACK road the GREEN grass around
the sun was comming with me
with his bright ORANGE and glee
the sky was pleasant and BLUE
I live in a world of yellow and green,An mixture of colours rarely seen,
With swirling seas of silver and gold,And crystal mountain tops with tales untold
No one else can see them, the different hues and vibrant shades.My minds own ROY G BIV.When I close my eyes I see them all the time;Deep, candied red of the French roses;Soft, afterglow orange of the fairie lights;
You say the world is black and white,
an equilibrium of perfect and melancholy
where every shade is a variant of another,
and you can’t choose more than what you’re given.
if you were a colour
what would you be?
blue? yellow? maybe even green?
you might be more of a warm colour
such as red, orange, or brown.
maybe even a cool colour
but dont be down
All my life, everything was Gray
My mind plagued in endless dismay
Everything I knew has tried to kill me
Swarming around, stinging like a killer bee
"It's a disguisting color!"
Well, mam, I beg your pardon.
But that color I just mentioned-
Happens to be my favorite.
"It keeps you awake."
Can't deny that one,
But that's the fun,
Red.
Redder than your flushed cheeks.
Redder than the blood that pulsed through your veins.
Red.
Red.
Redder than your used lips.
Redder than the marks that were scattered across your neck.
Filling the naked slate of white paper,
a paintbrush as a pump.
Imperfectly, yet perfectly
covering the smooth surface with
delicate strokes
Began
all with something
something White
as White as
Milk would be
and as an Angel
would look
Blue as Sky
Blue as Sea
igniting Waters
bringing Rains
to Rain
I fell in love with your laurel green eyes and how they turned the colour of staw when the sun would kiss your pale cream ski
