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Nov 2010
My heart is strained
My heart is aching
My heart is stayed
Gold is its shade

My core is harsh
My core is bold
My core is shy
Green with envy is its dye

My head is hot
My head is hard
My head is on loan
Red with rage is its tone

My soul is sad
My soul is longing
My soul is new
Blue with sorrow is its hue

My being is unsure
My being is untrue
My being is a loss
Yellow with fear is its wash

gold green red yellow and blue
These are the colors of me
Before during and after you

These are the colors of me
These colors are true
To know them like I will make you free

Feelings I have always put on a shelf
You have made active
These are the colors of myself

Your colors are more rare
I don’t think you know them
To learn them gives you a scare
Written by
Dave Bas
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