I see the madness in your eyes,
The insanity, the love.
It’s a not matter of the chicken or the egg,
But what came first?
Is it lust?
When you said “I do,”
Did you really love me?
Or was it corrupted love,
Did you think you love me?
Unlike blue, always calm (despite the oxymoron of being blue)
Unlike green, always exploring and reaching to grow
Unlike yellow, always happy and radiates her positive energy
Unlike pink, always shy and hiding away
Unlike white, innocent
Unlike the rest you feel
Your emotions are unbalanced
Who can tell what you really mean?