"My Moving Colors"
Written by Marisa Laurelle Love
My Toes-!
They've turned Red-!
What a turn of events-
and my Heart now beat-beats in Blue tones-
while my Tongue, it tastes Green
(not a sight to be seen, for my Lips have been sealed by the Thrones!)
T'wer it not for my Eyes
peering through the Dark Skies
I'd think I had turned to a Ghost-
my Hands quake in Pink
as such Love tries to sink;
must I keep all My Colors more close?
The Orange has escaped
but I gave it permission-
(for things had been rotting
like too-dirty dishes)-
Oh the Yellow-! My Castle!
( So to save me the hassle
of picking up too much to digest-)
n' just a True Wish away-
n'er too gone to relay-
winks the Violet, that lives in my Chest!
Yes, Tomorrow may bring
a New Song to sing-sing-
what once was Grey, now a Gold;
the Invisible Chairs of My Colors, who Know
the movement
that helps
to Unfold!
A fun lil' free write inspired by - well, obviously- my colors. :)
About the Creator
Marisa Laurelle
Hi! My name's Marisa. Really, it is. And it's pronounced like "Lisa"- Mareeesa. It's hard for people, I'm not sure why that is.:)
Anyways- I like to write, sing, dance, and explore the inner and outer worlds as much as possible. Birds rule.
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