Red, is the passion, the anger, the sorrow, saying I'm sorry with a rose, or yelling for someone to stop.
Orange, the fruit, juicy, full of joy and happiness, even though no one realizes it.
Yellow, looking up to see a cloudless sky, only light filled with the happy days with family picnics, in the park on 5th street.
Green, envy, jealous that he loves her and not you, despising her, with that perfect blonde slightly curly hair, blue as the sky after a summer's breeze eyes, who could hate her.
Blue, sadness, hoping for another chance at happiness, but only to be let down by the birds nesting in the soaked hair as you wait for the father who's always late, in a storm of tears.
Indigo, mystery, unseen by the naked eye, but only to be rescued by that noir hero, no name, no face, no hope.
Violet, death, the pet who you haven't seen in years just dies because you weren't there to save it from the, Grim Reaper, who took you for my loving hands, Mack I miss you.
Maybe we can't control these feelings, maybe they control us.
Dedicated To: Mack the horse I will always love
