Miss Rosy Dee
Why won't you ever love me?

Miss Rosy Dee
Why did you have to rip my heart out?

Miss Rosy Dee
Please love me

The words "I love you"
Doesn't mean anything
But the soft touches against
My hand everyday, and
The fact you can remember
My birthday without a calendar
Does mean something.

The phrase "I'll never leave you"
Doesn't mean anything
But when you give me flowers
On a random day, and you know
My favorite color is green, a forest green
Does mean something.

The smile on your face
Doesn't mean anything
But when you are cautious
And remember I don't like
Physical contact without permission
That means something

I just had a thought,
A tiny
Measly thought
What if everything,
Really isn’t my
Fault?

When you’re born without
                         Color
How are you supposed to view the
           Vibrant
                                        And the brilliant
How are you supposed to see the
                 Light
                          And the dark
When the lack of color you have
        Makes you only see
                                          Gray
               The color of
                                    Clay
                   And the color of
Purgatory
          The color of
                                        Nothing
                What do you do when you’re
Born without

                                                        ­                                                          Color