Colors
Once I was told that blue means happy and green means growth.
That being said, I like them both.
Some say red is the color of love.
But that's not what it reminds me of.
When I see red, it's usually in anger.
A flashing color that means danger.
Purple is a lovely hue.
But some could say means black and blue.
Pink reminds me of frills and lace.
A little girls room or piglets face.
Yellow signifys warmth to me.
Sun rays, children at play..
Everything that makes a day okay.
Black is my favorite color or lack there of.
For black means stars can be seen above.
It means night has came once again.
The day has come to an end.
Black for me doesn't signify the bad, or the lonesome, the lonely or the sad.
Black for me means that I made it through.
Another day that began as blue.
Copyright © Rose Henderson | Year Posted 2023
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