Yellow, green, blue, red
Gray is the main color in my head
Black is there as well as gold
I see blue when I get cold
The color green says many things
Disgust or jealousy of the powerful king
Red hatred arose in me
Once again gray was what I began to see
The night grew dark and weary again
But there was a letter I needed to send
To the person I held most dear in my heart
Who made my gray a wonderful piece of art
The sun will rise again today
A beautiful rainbow is coming my way
Now the gray is dim and out of sight
The only color I see is from the suns light
Everything is bright and full of color
I can't believe I saw the world any duller
It's beautiful and fills my heart with life
I finally feel happy for being alive
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Bro what even
I didn't realize how many times I used the word 'again' until I was typing it out
But um here's this crap
Sometimes I spell it gray other times grey but I wanted to keep it consistent with this.
I've been listening to Hamilton and Dear Evan Hansen all year. I cannot stop.
YOU ARE READING
-eunoia.
PoetryEunoia: (n.) beautiful thinking; a well mind Just a typical amateur poet. Here's some of my soul captured with words. *all images from google*
