I think I may get it

Why we remember our favorite memories
In vivid shades of colors we dream

How someone may think of the great green grass the day they met love

The ruby red lipstick of their mother who was sent above

The soft silver hues of a rainy day when they were young

A overbearing blue from a stained glass window depicting a guardian that, once, they were sure of

Even if I dont, i'd still like to understand.

The way the heat of a raging orange sun feels to someone else

How this black shadow would cast on someone else

What my dirt brown eyes convey to someone else

Does this bleeding pink heart feel for someone else?