
I’m made of color, like a box of crayons ready to create, but instead of staying in the lines my colors run deep. Covering every part of my life.
I’m red like the roses. I can be beautiful and sweet, but one wrong move and I might cut you deep. I am orange like sunset, that brings in the night, though I always have hope that once again, there will be light. I am yellow like a bee, working hard everyday. I am green like the leaves, with love that feels like the oxygen you need. I am blue like the ocean, creating whirlpools of conversations that cause tidal waves of emotion. I am purple like a bruise, a memory of hurt, it doesn’t last long, but it’s a lesson learned.
I am a mosaic of colors, put together throughout time. A kaleidoscope of ever-changing scenery that will one day end, a wonderful masterpiece I call My Life.
-b



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