Red.
A colour of fire.
A scent of anger.
A sound of dripping blood.
Blue.
A colour of the sky.
A scent of sadness.
A sound of waves crashing.
White.
A colour of purity.
A scent of blindness.
A sound of clouds across the sky.
Yellow.
A colour of the sun.
A scent of pure happiness.
A sound of laughter.
Pink.
A colour of passion.
A scent of love and lust.
A sound of hearts breaking.
Green.
A colour of earth.
A scent of jealousy.
A sound of feet through a meadow.
Brown.
A colour of an iris.
A scent of rust.
A sound of mounding dirt.
Purple.
A colour of royalty.
A scent of confusion.
A sound of rain on concrete.
Grey.
A colour of a storm.
A scent of emptiness.
A sound of tears falling down.
Black.
A colour of darkness.
A colour full of nothingness.
A scent of death.
A scent of depression.
A sound of a scream in the dark.
A sound of someone ending.
Ending it all.
A rainbow.
A colour of all lives.
A scent of freedom.
A sound of joyous celebration.
This is all a dream.
But it's not.
It's the colours of you.
The colours of your feelings.
Your daily feelings.
I never expected it to be so dark, but um, hope you enjoyed! I will be writing more tonight, they'll be for the future. They will be more anger driven and depression driven. Just a precaution.
Baiiiii!
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Kenn's Book Of Poems
PoetryWelcome to my book of poems, made by me. Every time I write a song, I'll put a fragment of it in, or just put a regular poem in. Are you ready for another bad poem?
