It's really annoying
And truly quite angering
The fact that no matter how hard I try
My green will always be orange;
My blue always purple,
My red always brown,
And my tans always green.
But just because my eyes won't let me see it
Doesn't mean I can't imagine it.
I imagine green as a smell-fresh color
And blue a refreshing cool,
Red feels like a fiery, blazing hot
And tan feels like the very sands
That lie upon the beach.
But still, the hardest I may try,
I will never see these colors
For I am colorblind.
Jan 1, 2018
Jan 1, 2018 at 12:02 PM UTC
It's really annoying
And truly quite angering
The fact that no matter how hard I try
My green will always be orange;
My blue always purple,
My red always brown,
And my tans always green.
But just because my eyes won't let me see it
Doesn't mean I can't imagine it.
I imagine green as a smell-fresh color
And blue a refreshing cool,
Red feels like a fiery, blazing hot
And tan feels like the very sands
That lie upon the beach.
But still, the hardest I may try,
I will never see these colors
For I am colorblind.
It ***** being colorblind. :P No colors for me
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