There’s color all around me;
I feel it on my skin.
But no one else can see it.
My color blooms within.
I want to speak my colors
But I have no mouth.
I want to see my face
But my body’s inside out.
You never see my skin;
My blood and bones hide it.
Wings and snakes and flowers,
They're all that you can get.
My color blooms within,
But I’ve shared it with you.
I’ve given my reds and yellows
To the rest of the world's blues.
Nov 11, 2019
Nov 11, 2019 at 12:19 PM UTC
There’s color all around me;
I feel it on my skin.
But no one else can see it.
My color blooms within.
I want to speak my colors
But I have no mouth.
I want to see my face
But my body’s inside out.
You never see my skin;
My blood and bones hide it.
Wings and snakes and flowers,
They're all that you can get.
My color blooms within,
But I’ve shared it with you.
I’ve given my reds and yellows
To the rest of the world's blues.