You were the best of me
I was the worst of you we mixed together tints and tones and shades of brilliant hue you, a rose with the red I, the violet with the blue and that perfect purple Iris in between inside ‘me’ and ‘you’
Lets paint us
i think grey is the loneliest color,
can’t decide if it wants to be black the dark and mysterious color or white the light and friendly color sometimes i feel grey
Paint me the cold of midnight
or dawn in the hills, mix me the feel of fresh grass under tired feet and the smell of rain on a long and dusty road, boiling rage or the sweet sweet joy of relief blend me a colour for the things my eyes cannot see
Pink fluffy apples
Green juicy flamingos (hiccup) Black sour marmalade (hiccup) Orange lumpy liquorice Purple tangy mushroom White rich yoghurt (hiccup) (hiccup) (hiccup) What did you put in my drink?
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The affects of alcohol on the human tongue. Lighthearted poem. The colour and adjective used to describe the noun have been swapped with the line beneath to imply the feelings of a muddled brain when drunk.
It’s unusual being in love, and the colours appearing more vivid. Why only last week everything was in black and white!
Red: Why did I forget what inequality tastes like. Why did I think forgiveness was easy. Selflessness isn't a gift it's a curse.
Orange: Annoying. Why did I force myself to change to fit in. Why didn't I stand up then. Yellow: You are unfamiliar. You are warm but warmth is something that makes me uncomfortable. Its the calm before the storm to me Green: IDK. I don't use you but I know your importance. You probably the cement I cant see. Blue: Deep. I can get lost in it if I want to. Scary because I don't think ill find the surface or want to if I get in Indigo: Magic. My imaginary sky, a word I belong to; a world for me Violet: Smell. It's nostalgic, almost like a drug. Gives me a high I never knew I could get Black: My comfort. The one thing that is familiar. My zone, my demons, my creation... By Lunar