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No one else can see them, the different hues and vibrant shades.My minds own ROY G BIV.When I close my eyes I see them all the time;Deep, candied red of the French roses;Soft, afterglow orange of the fairie lights;
You say the world is black and white, an equilibrium of perfect and melancholy where every shade is a variant of another, and you can’t choose more than what you’re given.
if you were a colour what would you be? blue? yellow? maybe even green? you might be more of a warm colour such as red, orange, or brown. maybe even a cool colour but dont be down
All my life, everything was Gray My mind plagued in endless dismay Everything I knew has tried to kill me Swarming around, stinging like a killer bee
"It's a disguisting color!" Well, mam, I beg your pardon. But that color I just mentioned- Happens to be my favorite. "It keeps you awake." Can't deny that one, But that's the fun,
Red. Redder than your flushed cheeks. Redder than the blood that pulsed through your veins. Red. Red. Redder than your used lips. Redder than the marks that were scattered across your neck.
Filling the naked slate of white paper, a paintbrush as a pump. Imperfectly, yet perfectly covering the smooth surface with delicate strokes
Began all with something something White as White as Milk would be and as an Angel would look Blue as Sky Blue as Sea igniting Waters bringing Rains to Rain
I fell in love with your laurel green eyes and how they turned the colour of staw when the sun would kiss your pale cream ski