I am the red in the rose, the flowers on the blankets on your bedroom floor. And I am the gray in the ghost that hides
with your clothes behind your closet door.
I am the green in the grass that bends back
from underneath your feet.
And I am the blue in your back alley view
where the horizon and the rooftops meet.
I am the black in the book
the letters on the pages that you memorize.
And I am the orange in the overcast
a color that you visualize.
I am the white in the walls that soak up
all the sound when you cannot sleep.
And I am the peach in the starfish on the beach
that wish the harbor wasn't quite so deep.
Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 5:06 AM UTC
I am the red in the rose, the flowers on the blankets on your bedroom floor. And I am the gray in the ghost that hides
with your clothes behind your closet door.
I am the green in the grass that bends back
from underneath your feet.
And I am the blue in your back alley view
where the horizon and the rooftops meet.
I am the black in the book
the letters on the pages that you memorize.
And I am the orange in the overcast
a color that you visualize.
I am the white in the walls that soak up
all the sound when you cannot sleep.
And I am the peach in the starfish on the beach
that wish the harbor wasn't quite so deep.
NOTE: I DID NOT WRITE THIS. All rights go to Adam Young/ Owl City. I just love this song so much that it could be a poem the way he sings it :)
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