Colors
Yellow
I feel sick
like I'll throw up
he takes me yet I feel nothing
is this what grown men do?
Are situations like these
what adults get themselves in?
Blue
its all I feel inside
one quick slice and these colors will come flowing out
Red
passion, fire, emotion, lack of reason
he gives me such a rush
it makes me feel alive
Green
growth, creativity, healing
with or without him
I know I'm capable of great growth
Colors I once wished didn't lie inside me.
Colors I've grown to embrace.
I've yet to mix them
and see what else these colors have in store for me.
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