Colors
Blue is the tear that runs down your face,
Pink is the love in your eyes.
These are the colors that will always meet
Whenever he’s on your mind.
Gold is what you gave to him,
Silver is what he returned.
These are the colors that will always meet
When you think of the heart that’s been torn.
White is the innocent looks he gives,
Black is revealing the truth.
These are the colors that will always meet
When you finally see right through.
Gray is the mask that hid his soul,
Clear is what you couldn’t see.
These are the colors that will always meet
Whenever he talks about memories.
Yellow was the rose he gave,
Brown is what time turned it into.
These are the colors that will always meet
Whenever memories come back to remind you.
Green is how sick you were,
Red is the lies he sold.
These are the colors that will always meet
When you see inside his soul.
The world is full of colors
That reminds us every day,
Of a love, or lonely sight
That seeks to remind
A meek or hopeful mind.
Remember that colors are expressions,
That few can read, see, or understand.
And never let the love of a man
Tare it all away,
With a single look or glance.
For orange is the color of a new day,
A day full of song and dance.
These are the THINGS that will always meet
When you’re willing to take a chance.
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