Red, for a love we never shared,
Blue, because we never will.
Green, because of your eyes;
Brown, because of mine.
Yellow because of sunshine,
Bright in my mind...
[Made-up sunshine isn't nearly as sweet as the real thing.
It's not as warm, either.]
White; our lives braided and twined until the snow fell...
Black, for after.
[After...]
Colin, I didn't forget.
Author notes
It was fun as h***, thanks for asking.
But that's not what this is about.
Ummm, so as most... many... some... ok, only a few of y'all know this but my muse kind of died/went off his rocker in December and so my writing has been really suckish since then. His name was Jean-Pierre, he was French, and he was absolutely the most gorgeous guy in the world. But... he was kind of all in my head. So, he was the inspiration for this poem, but I called him Colin here to protect his privacy. I think, since this isn't completely a true story, her name is Lydia.
Moving on...
Woooo! I went SNOW TUBING!!! Moving on...
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Poor Jean-Pierre! I wish I could've met him 
Cool! You went snow tubing? I LOVE snow tubing.
Anyways. I think this poem is AWESOME. I love how you start with colors. Um, I'm not really sure how to describe it, but it was a really good poem. Emotional <= that's the right word. Anyways. Definitely one of my favorites.
-Paradox
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