nothing else but my heart's desire [COLLECTION] | FINISHED

Colours - ORIGINAL POEM

It feels like blue, staining my skin,
It comes with a flourish, tie-dye and subdued,
Its hard to rid myself of it,
It always finds a way to ruin my mood,
I wonder if it means pieces of you linger,
I wonder if it means I cannot forget,
Until the blue fades away entirely,
Until red begins to appear, in stone it appears to set,
For the red is quick to appears and vanishes completely,
It comes when my mind wanders too far off course,
When all I want to do is cry, scream and shout,
Until my voice becomes rough and hoarse,
And then I turn green, sick, frail and weak,
Where I think of the unfairness of it all,
And the days I wish to stay in bed forever,
Wondering, of the exact moment, apart it all began to fall,
And then I think of love is its purest form,
And the idea of it turns me pink,
How the idea of you has always stayed with me,
Into my feelings I wish to sink,
And finally I am pale, as white as snow,
As neutral as can be, as I turn to the world around me,
Focusing on moving, on living, on marching on,
To avoid the off-road trails in my head, as many as there seems to be.