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.
This poem is about:
Me
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