My blues are dark blues, and my reds are maroons.
My mood depends on what I choose to dwell on, and the anger that I feel is reliant on what I have not yet forgiven.
My purples are violets, and my greens are lime.
The beauty that I behold is commonly a vibrant shade that catches my eye, and while the envy I sometimes feel is also subject to what appeals to my sight, it is bitter to the taste.
My oranges are warm and my pinks are hot.
The sunlight that shines down on me is warm and inviting, and the love that radiates from my heart is bright and hot to the touch.
© 2021 Nicholas Mercogliano