Rose
Roses are red, violets are blue, you hate me and I hate me too. My fire burns so bright and blazes within. So many try to extinguish you but none want to burn with you. You’re so powerful and warm, full of love and passion. The colour of desire. My lovely colour, I’m glad I’m like you. Underlying is anger and wrath that I hold, fueling my fire and desire for greatness. We burn together. We burn so bright but we feel so dull and cold. Oh, red, where is my warmth? I built my walls and painted them with you, my love. So where is my warmth?
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The Colouring Book
FantasyThis is a book of my emotions as colours. I'll add some as time goes on, maybe. This is mostly just to get my thoughts and feelings out but i thought I'd make it available for everyone in hopes of bringing people enjoyment.
