You tell me your days are painted blue,
I’ll choose to live Skittle colored days
You tell me your heart is speckled grey,
I’ll hold tight to the veins , maroon fueled pumps of life
You tell me your sun is jaundiced,
I’ll paint rainbows in the rain
You say the sunrise brings cold days,
I’ll revel in the warmth of fiery sunsets
You find a stranger in your reflection,
I only wish you’d see the promise hidden in your eyes
You hold the palette in your hands,
You hold the colours to the soul.
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