Hey internet :) This weeks poem is just a pile of metaphorical shit, but I wrote it at 2 AM so yeaahh. Anyways, I hope you guys like it, because I do. Also, yes the title is a lyric of one of Troye's songs. I have a slight obsession. Don't forget to vote and comment, talk to you soon <3
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She is red. The color of the scars that litter her wrist. Red. The color of the flannel that she adores, oh so much. Red. The color of the fall leaves, her favorite season. Red. The color of her eyes when she cries. Red. The color of her cheeks when she looks at him, blushing like a madman.
He is blue. The color of his eyes, like the ocean and the sky. Blue. The color of his favorite sweatshirt. Blue. The color of the pen, with which he doodles. Blue. The happy sad color, just like him.
She wants to create a purple cloud. A magic mix of them combined. She wishes they could be together.
He's stuck in a green mist. With yellow, a clueless giel. To the love that's tearing apart the other two. He's stuck, creating this fake smile, out of blue and yellow.
They both hate it. So so much. But they can't do anything. Just observe each other from the sidelines. Red wants purple, but blue has green.
