
Crimson calls, it is captivating and clear,
But you made it caustic, cold with fear.
Orange is outstanding, optimistic and original,
But you made it ominous, your love only conditional.
Yellow, I used to yearn, when I was younger yesterday,
You said 'Yuck – How dare you?! Know your place!'.
The gorgeous green, glows greatly, it is gregarious,
Greedily made to feel grim, grey, gruesome and inglorious.
Blissful blue of boldness, brightness, it is unbelievably beautiful,
But you broadcasted it blasphemous, left me belittled, bruised; unmerciful.
Indigo illuminates my individual, it is invigorating,
Interrupted by your imbecilic ignorance, immature, intentional
blackmailing.
Vibrant violet, it is vicariously valiant,
Viciously vindicated, your vocals violent.
Rainbow me.




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