Red is the colour my heart beats for her.
Rosy cheeks and glossed lips.
Orange is the taste on her lips,
so sweet and citrusy.
Yellow is the sun shining down upon her hair,
glistening and warm and happy.
Green is my envy of her beauty.
Blue is the colour I feel when
she is not by my side.
It is the rain when I am missing her.
Indigo is the deep attraction I feel towards her.
Adoration, admiration, amazement.
Purple is her hands,
how cold her fingers are,
And how I wish I could warm them with mine.
She is the rainbow and the I am the ground
for her and I will never meet.
I see her beauty from below,
gazing upon her colour and life.
She is a beautiful reflection and I am nothing but grass.
How I wish we could touch.
Oct 9, 2017
Oct 9, 2017 at 12:39 PM UTC
Red is the colour my heart beats for her.
Rosy cheeks and glossed lips.
Orange is the taste on her lips,
so sweet and citrusy.
Yellow is the sun shining down upon her hair,
glistening and warm and happy.
Green is my envy of her beauty.
Blue is the colour I feel when
she is not by my side.
It is the rain when I am missing her.
Indigo is the deep attraction I feel towards her.
Adoration, admiration, amazement.
Purple is her hands,
how cold her fingers are,
And how I wish I could warm them with mine.
She is the rainbow and the I am the ground
for her and I will never meet.
I see her beauty from below,
gazing upon her colour and life.
She is a beautiful reflection and I am nothing but grass.
How I wish we could touch.
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