I feel it all at once.
Sometimes not at all.
Sometimes one by one.
Blue for being gloomy.
Red for being fiery.
Black for the darkness inside of me.
Violet for feeling like a queen and because it is my favorite color.
Gray for toeing the line between awake and asleep.
All the colors inside of me,
Like an abstract painting,
Rainbows and nothingness,
Bursting with different hues,
Will it become a masterpiece?
Or will it become something worse?
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Secrets I Whisper to the Stars at Night
PoetryThe stars, my anchor and friend Keeping my secrets as I spill them Into the night sky Together with the moon, They keep me company.
