Wednesday, April 22, 2015


At first it's mostly reds and pinks
Kisses make it hard to think
It's butterflies and pencil hearts
With arrows drawn straight through

Then come days of grays and greens
Discontentment, jealousies
But if you make it through all these
One starts to form from two

Sometimes there'll be stormy blues
Things you shouldn't say or do
I'm sorry and I still love you
Are words you learn to say

If you endure to see the whites
Wedding vows, honeymoon nights
There'll be more colors to survive
As years just melt away

At first it's mostly reds and pinks
Some say it's but a crazy dream
Silly me, I still believe
In colors

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