Black and blue are the colors
Of the ink scribbled on our arms
Red is the color of our cheeks
When we are filled with alarm
Neon yellow flows through my veins
When our fingers meet
Wicked green fills my heart
When I see you and her acting sweet
Pale pink fills my eyes
When you are around me
A perfect purple you seem to be
You so brave, but me naive
And when you leave me behind,
The only color that comes to mind
Is orange
Because what can you to do with it?
Nothing.
YOU ARE READING
Here's to...
PoesíaHere's to the readers, To the dreamers, The child within To the heartbreakers And the risktakers To those that try something new Here's to the lonely The forgotten, The one who doesn't know what to do with themselves To the one searching for somethi...
