The colours of the rainbow
Are prettier than black and white
One of the reasons
I began to write
Living under clouds
That took my soul away
Finding my rainbow
Asking it to stay
Red describes
The colour of my love
Yellow describes
The sun up above
Pink describes
The colour of my cheeks
When I’m blushing
From the words my lover speaks
Green describes
The colour of my health
When I’m healing
Ferling strong
I’m someone else
Purple describes
The colour of my love
Vibrant and stunning
It fits me like a glove
Orange describes
The colour of my joy
When I’m happy
Living with my boy
Blue describes
The colour of my mood
Calm & serene
With nothing left to prove
The colours of the rainbow
That live inside of me
Are beautiful and vibrant
For all the world to see
They shine from within
And they shimmer on my skin
Blending together
To make me who I am
I am the rainbow that lives inside of me
No more grey clouds for all the world to see
About the Creator
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