blue is the colour of the cold, the creeping breath that crawls down your neck.
it is the gentle, freezing fingers that lace together around yours.
blue is the secluded forest, dark and brooding, left unchecked.

red is your rosy cheeks when you hold your lips against hers.
it is the glow of a summer fire, crackling and reaching for the sky.
red is the warmth of your bed, drowned in the scent of roses and myrrh.

yellow is the flashy smile you hide, it is the hazel eyes of your beloved little sister.
it is the hot summer sun you lie under, beneath the old oak tree on a sunday morning.
yellow is reminiscing on your past and realising that you miss her.

black is the void of colour, the clench of fist that make your teeth grit.
it is the turmoil and confliction, loneliness.
black is the inevitable end and where the feeling of sorrow reminding you you're ****.
black is reality though when will you accept it?