I like the colour red.
The colour of passion and love.
The colour of the dress you'd wear,
When I made you wait too long.
I like the colour orange.
The colour of optimism and confidence.
The colour of the food we would binge,
After baking it together, ignoring the pile of dishes to rinse.
I like the colour yellow.
The colour of joy and hope.
The colour of the light in the meadow,
Where I had taken you, so I could propose.
I like the colour green.
The colour of new-beginnings and growth.
The colour of the herbs you vowed to glean,
When I was injured, saving you from harm at our wedding.
I like the colour blue.
The colour of peace and tranquility.
The colour of the the night sky when I watched you,
Adoring the moonlight and sitting on the balcony.
I like the colour violet.
The colour of grace and beauty.
The colour of the bouquet I bought,
To celebrate our anniversary.
I hate the colours around me.
I can't look up and smile at a rainbow.
Because my sun has left me.
And now I'm just rain and clouds.
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Thoughts to Poems
PoetryWriting whatever I'm thinking about as poetry, which hopefully explains the stupid title. Keep in mind, all of these will be as trash as the one I made for the cover. Some of these will be really specific. Just ignore that.
