The Colors We Are

You are the red
in the rose petals
strewn about
on my bedroom floor,
and the gray
in storm clouds
that contain
drops of rain
ssoon to pour.

And
you are the green
in autumn leaves
that barren trees
late deplete,
or the pink
in clearing skies
where sunrise
and horizons meet.

I know
your heart
must bleed
the colors
of the evening stars,
so I paint
a lyrical picture
of hope
with all the colors
that I imagine
you are.

Because I am
the black ink
in the book
that you try
not to memorize,
and the faded letters
that somehow
did not
catch your eye,
like the purple haze
that collects
in the crevices
of clouds
in an overcast sky.

And I am
the white
in the walls
that soak up
your dreams
as you sleep,
or the blues
in the ocean
that adore you
as you dream
in the deep.

And I know
your heart
must bleed
the colors
of the evening stars,
so I paint
the portrait
of my life
with all the colors
that I imagine
you are.

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