Someone once asked
To describe you
As a colour.
When I thought about it,
I was rendered speechlessness.
You are too intricate,
You are a labyrinth of emotions,
And you
Simply
Cannot
Be described
As one.
I then decided
That
You are every colour,
And no colour
Sitting adjacent on a palette.
You are the stormy sky,
And you are the rain that follows.
Your emotions
Are passing patches;
Countless mazes
In your labyrinth.
You reflect
What you receive;
You are opaque.
You are the colour of rain
And you
Simply
Cannot
Be described
As one.
