It's the color of your blood as it rises to your skin
It's the color of what's supposed to be love but in reality is hate
It's the color your skin turns when you take a hot shower
It's the the color your eyes turn when you've been up all night
It's the color of when he walks into the room and you get little butterflies
It's the color of your teachers lips
It's the color roses you get from a secret admirer with the note that says stay strong
It's the color you paint on your own little canvas
It's the color of relief and emptiness
It's the color of the last little bit of hope you hold on to
Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 8:00 PM UTC
It's the color of your blood as it rises to your skin
It's the color of what's supposed to be love but in reality is hate
It's the color your skin turns when you take a hot shower
It's the the color your eyes turn when you've been up all night
It's the color of when he walks into the room and you get little butterflies
It's the color of your teachers lips
It's the color roses you get from a secret admirer with the note that says stay strong
It's the color you paint on your own little canvas
It's the color of relief and emptiness
It's the color of the last little bit of hope you hold on to
This old but I like it
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