I'm on a diet of yellow paint to make my interiors happy, so I'd love it if you'd stop throwing your blue paint at me.
You look pretty green to me, but your heart seems rather grey, I've never seen such a thing, is your heart in a state of decay?
Maybe this is all just purple, and my yellow diet just won't work, perhaps adding some other colours to my meals won't hurt;
But no colours are as happy as yellow, at least that's what I've been told, blue is such a sad colour, and grey tells me you're old,
So I'll keep to my diet of yellow paint and hope it cures my sadness, I fear adding any other colours will but feed this madness.
YOU ARE READING
An Amalgamation of Words
PoetryI'm almost as bad at writing descriptions as I am at writing poems, but at least I tried. Sharing my inner turmoil, one poorly worded sentence at a time.
