Color because living is desolate without it.
It's as if I can hear color & that's why
my
background is something she'd said.

Color because skies & seas dull without it.
As if I can feel color & that's why
my
conscience is in willful quandary.

Indigo because Emerald is too zest
and she isn't.
My, my;
how bruises could turn out so gentle.

Took my hand out my pocket

Blew on my thumb with all my might

Till I blew my hand up to

Ten times it's normal size

With my idea still a running

I raised my hand up high

Where I caught the perfect breeze

And flew off into the brightest sky

I'm
learning
to
love
the
sound of my feet
walking away
from
things
not
meant for me
yes
love
is
the
answer
love
will
conquer everything
despite
the
anger and pain
love
will
always
be
the
End game