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If you could only see One color of the rainbow and beyond What- how could you decide? Red  anger, love, elmo and stop signs  i'd give you roses - not just a dozen- a flower shop full Orange  fruit, sherbet, traffic cones and tigers  i could watch a billion sunsets- if you would just hold my hand? Yellow  lemonade, fear, highlighters and dandelions  you are my sunshine, my only sunshine Green  luck, mint, leprechauns, and grass  i'm envious of her, though her significance is debatable Blue  rain, robin eggs, sky, and oceans  could i cry with you? i'm still not sure. Purple  mountains, shadows, lilacs and royalty i'll bake you a mulberry pie, dripping with juice and made with love- that eternal 'secret' ingredient As for me, I'd choose brown. Brown for honest earth, for rich dark chocolate, for tall reaching trees, and for coffee dark as night, hot as hell, strong as love. For your smooth skin, warm and vibrant. An inch away from mine, I wonder what it would feel like to kiss you, soft and sweet. But I look away, laugh with my friend, watch the black evening outside. And sigh.
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May 28, 2013
May 28, 2013 at 3:10 PM UTC
Cappacino Skin
If you could only see One color of the rainbow and beyond What- how could you decide? Red  anger, love, elmo and stop signs  i'd give you roses - not just a dozen- a flower shop full Orange  fruit, sherbet, traffic cones and tigers  i could watch a billion sunsets- if you would just hold my hand? Yellow  lemonade, fear, highlighters and dandelions  you are my sunshine, my only sunshine Green  luck, mint, leprechauns, and grass  i'm envious of her, though her significance is debatable Blue  rain, robin eggs, sky, and oceans  could i cry with you? i'm still not sure. Purple  mountains, shadows, lilacs and royalty i'll bake you a mulberry pie, dripping with juice and made with love- that eternal 'secret' ingredient As for me, I'd choose brown. Brown for honest earth, for rich dark chocolate, for tall reaching trees, and for coffee dark as night, hot as hell, strong as love. For your smooth skin, warm and vibrant. An inch away from mine, I wonder what it would feel like to kiss you, soft and sweet. But I look away, laugh with my friend, watch the black evening outside. And sigh.
What's your color?
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May 28, 2013
May 28, 2013 at 3:10 PM UTC
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