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Red



The color of blood, roses, and your sweet lips

How can one be so bitter and still be so sweet?

I lie in bed like a stone and dream of you



Orange



Ocean sunsets and tiger lillies are burned onto my retinas

The cold wind bites into my skin

And it's far too late to be so cold

I wish that I could say the same for you and me



Yellow



Dandelions scatter the lawn

At the house where we used to live

They make me think of fireflies

And our children at play



Green



The color of your eyes and nature when fresh and new

And now I feel so old

Because I carry this dreadful weight

That I'm too weak to cast away



Blue



The hue of my soul

Vast as the sky

Yet deeper still

But never as deep

As my love for you



Indigo



I remember walking in the tide

Hand in hand

Our jeans rolled up to the knees

And realizing that

There never was a smile as perfect

As the one upon your face



Violet



Like a violet surrounded in mist

I'm a haze that doesn't know what to be

So pround, so bright

Yet, I look at the world

Through borrowed eyes

That in everything

Can only see you