At the end will be my life
turning over,
upside down,
and turned back around.
I chase my dreams,
I chase my hopes,
Now im chasing colors of my heart.
The colors that lay inside resting,
The colors that blurt out while im angry,
The colors that expand when my emotions are set high.
Watching the colors glide across the sky.
There is a color that means sad,
There is a color that does mean glad.
We fill our thoughts with the colors around us.
What happens when the colors end?
Is it still my life
A contest entry
- Under the rainbow by trekkergirl.
900 points, ended November 26, 2008, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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hummm.... colors okay but where's the rainbow? This is a nice write indeed but I was expecting finding something under the rainbow.... Oh well thanks for entering it and thanks for sharing it with us.
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