Everyone is so colorful
so full of life, so vibrant
Kind green hues
red thoughts of love
pink cheeks from embarrassment
But I am grey, a colorless hue that represents the lack of self
yet I shine as if I am the only light
for darkness always contradicts the light
So many colors on nature’s palette
There are many moods and emotions
Picturesque gallery of many paintings
Forever framed in the travelers mind
Masterpieces cannot be recreated
If we only hold onto black and white
Immerse the soul in nature’s color
Many shades will color the spirit
I love the colors on you,
The beautiful blue in your eyes,
To the purples on your knee,
The brown dirt on your left hand from this afternoon gardening with me,
Just because i begged you to,
The pink in your cheeks that i love so much,
You get so flustered at the smallest things,
I love the brown of your hair that changes direction with the wind,
The summer bronzing of your skin,
Colors i cant describe,
You give me a new color everyday,
But i am so glad theres one color i never see,
and thats gray.
i can’t watch the sunset anymore
because the crimson reminds me of your lips
and the purple of your favorite shirt.
the yellow is the color of the lemonade
we shared while listening to soft music
in the green grass under the stars,
while you ran your thumb along my fingers.
you said you loved me and i believed you -
Every color that we see has a name to you and me.
I said that mans hat was red; you said his hat was green.
I said that woman's scarf was orange; you looked at me with scorn, and sternly said no my love, I told you that color is red.
Laughing loudly; you asked what for.
I pointed at a running squirrel. Giggling I told you I'd never seen that color before; With one stern look my fun had froze, darling that's no squirrel it's a white rose.
Over and Over I told you the colors I saw from prickly leaf, to sunshine warmth.
And Over and Over you corrected my words saying sweetheart those colors aren't apart of this earth.
I would smile and shake my head saying you were right. but in my head that wasn't brown at all.
And so it went, and little by little the world began to dim.
Sunshine warmth turned into yellow, and night abyss to black. And with the transformation of my colors my heart and soul changed too.
But it's okay after all I'm just like you.
We are all painters
Holding a color palette
Conceiving a painting
It’s how we mix the colors
Depending on our imagination
Whether we paint happiness
Or scenes of saddened gray
Situations yield the paintings
Sometimes splashing all colors
Or else black colors gloom
Universe has mostly dark energy
Yet, we have found our colors
To paint our abode, we inhabit
No matter, colors of joy and sorrow
We celebrate all colors
We are all painters, wielding the brush
To create new colors of hope