Hues.
The slow fade of colors.
Opposites attract.
When life gives us blues, you know orange is the reverse.
Happiness vs. Sadness.
When purple turns dark and red turns pink.
Lights in the sky will eventually fade to black.
Everything goes dark sooner or later.
Pink to Red.
Yellow to Orange.
Green to Blue.
Indigo to Violet.
Can you teach me how to blend the colors of your lips?
How to mix the hues in your eyes?
How to color the strands of your hair?
How vibrant is your heart to mine?
Paint me a picture of your smile.
A wicked look in your eyes.
Kiss me like I'm red and you're blue so we can make beautiful purple.
Or if you're yellow and I'm blue let's make green.
Let's combine our bodies like we're mixing paint.
Let's color the world with our beauty.
Can I use the brown in your eyes to color the ground beneath us?
The black in your hair to shade our shadows.
The pink in your lips to hue the sunset.
Can I paint the sky with the sadness in your voice?
Oh, love.
Let me paint you a mural of us.
Let me paint a waterfall with the blue in my eyes.
The clouds with my skin.
The bark of trees with my brown hair.
The flowers with my lips.
Let me paint you a mural with my tears.
Collectively, a galaxy formed in my mind with the colors of you.
Only your favorite violets shower the sky.
The midnight-blue behind you with pops of pinks and yellows like a sunset.
I'll collide into you like, a rainbow supernova.
We can paint the wind different colors.
And the trees beautifully.
We can make the stars our oasis.
Let me paint your skin with my love.
Can I mix the emotions of your touch with the feeling of these colors?
Speak the truth of your wisdom with the sketches of my heart.
Give you beauty no greater than what you deserve.
Help me splash the vibrancy of a rainbow on your skin.
The wonderful hues of an ocean floor.
A mix of corals in my hair.
I want to paint you like, I've never seen such glorious visions of perfection.
I want to understand your pallet.
Use your colors to blend up a world of our own.
Creating mountain peaks that blend the color of your skin with the pale of mine. A winter wonderland that serves a purpose only of enjoyment.
I want you to know I'm obsessed with your hues.
Your perfect blends.
Your wondrous mixes.
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The Days With No Sun
PoetrySometimes we fear truth over reality. But things get dark and heavy and we play the blame game. We end up hurting others or ourselves even. We don't think before we act or we don't say before we do. This is the evolution of my madness. A cluster of...
