When I wake up in the morning
When I open my eyes
for the first time in the day,
I am orange.
Like the moments between blinks
and the glow on the horizon
and my unkept hair
sitting whispy on my head.
As I get out of bed,
I am orange.
When I am walking down the road
As I’m passing people I don’t know
and who don’t know me,
I am purple.
Like the bright darkness of possibility
that we all can’t see yet
and the faded fabric of mens’ jackets
which I’ll never wear.
When I’m walking there,
I am purple.
When I’m sitting beside him
With our knees touching
under the table,
I am red.
Like the table cloth I picked out special
and the apples on the counter
and the blood that’s rushing
too fast between my ears.
When I’m sitting here,
I am red.
But when I’m sitting by myself,
Alone in my room
calm and quiet,
I am blue.
Like the song that is playing
and the rain keeping time
and the glow from the computer screen
where I try not to live my life
but to which I’m prone.
When I’m alone,
I am blue.
It’s a real shame
that blue is my
favourite
colour
Feb 4, 2014
Feb 4, 2014 at 5:34 PM UTC
When I wake up in the morning
When I open my eyes
for the first time in the day,
I am orange.
Like the moments between blinks
and the glow on the horizon
and my unkept hair
sitting whispy on my head.
As I get out of bed,
I am orange.
When I am walking down the road
As I’m passing people I don’t know
and who don’t know me,
I am purple.
Like the bright darkness of possibility
that we all can’t see yet
and the faded fabric of mens’ jackets
which I’ll never wear.
When I’m walking there,
I am purple.
When I’m sitting beside him
With our knees touching
under the table,
I am red.
Like the table cloth I picked out special
and the apples on the counter
and the blood that’s rushing
too fast between my ears.
When I’m sitting here,
I am red.
But when I’m sitting by myself,
Alone in my room
calm and quiet,
I am blue.
Like the song that is playing
and the rain keeping time
and the glow from the computer screen
where I try not to live my life
but to which I’m prone.
When I’m alone,
I am blue.
It’s a real shame
that blue is my
favourite
colour
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