"what's your least favorite colour?"
oh, that's hard. my least favourite colour is also my most. it fills me right up but cuts me to the core. it reminds me of how life can always be regrown from even the dirtiest ashtray and how infectious the wonders and energy of human conversations can be. this colour leads me to the most absurd thoughts planted deep in my head and a strong belief that is rooted in my heart. it tells me tales spun from the most glorious weeds and smoking them felt like the grace i find in your beauty. (were you ever here with me when you called me up to convince me life is worth staying for, or were you just having your usual stroll down the garden lane?) green, oh goodness g r e e n, the colour of the most envious soul that aches for a fire that'll burn it right down to nothingness. green is the colour when i look at you with her. it can represent the potted plants in my corridors but also the monster that hunts down those who steal these prized possessions.
YOU are my (least) favourite shade of colour.
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this is my favourite that i've written for you.
YOU ARE READING
endlessly,
Poetrya collection of poetry, or something along that, to the person who made having a lead role in a tragedy play not so bad
