Color

With eyes like sunshine pouring into the side of a river bed,

Gold and brown and green.

A smile that makes rose petals of my cheeks,

Red and pink.

And loves like a flame’s light that is

Cream.

You’re the prism that turns nothing into rainbows,

Turns my loneliness into fields of wildflowers.

I was a blank paint by numbers,

You turned me into a masterpiece.

I thought I was a scarred canvas.

Stretched thin and porous,

But you saw a foundation of perfection.

You showed me

Gold,

And brown,

And green.

You showed me

Red,

And pink,

And cream.

You colored in this empty picture that is me.

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