I wrote this piece while trying to solve a riddle
different color of emotions like a bag of skittles
feeling yellow, green, purple but then end up feeling blue
they ask me who I am I say I have no clue
so they read my words and find me in my poetry
unpredictable I am, blind to false emotions
and numb to true intention
I choose to see the world with my third vision
love me now or fall victim to my words which leave you guessing
stuck in a maze I am amazed, at the pace my past loved my past
repeated emotions like my love had no intention
in class for 27 years and still haven't learned my lesson
Asking for more but subjected to be less then