"Over the years , I've had many favourite colours
Pink when I was really little
And orange right after that
Maybe next was yellow , or blue
I can't quite recall
But lately I think it's red
Because it's what i see most inside my head
Red comes from the rose on my desk top
Red comes from the lines on my skin
Red comes from my breaking heart
But maybe it's not red
Maybe , maybe it's brown
Like her eyes
Brown like her hair
Brown like the dying leaves
Or it could even possibly be purple
Purple like her smile
Like her laugh
Purple like her love
Really, it might actually be anything with a memory
And you seem to take up my mind"
-r.b
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Midnight wonders
Poetry•Exulansis: the tendency to give up trying to talk about an experience because people are unable to relate to it •Sciamachy: a battle against imaginary enemies, against your own shadow. •Eccedentesiast: a person who fakes a smile For some people...
