If your personality had a color
would you know what color you'd be?
If my personality had a color I don't think many would have a hard time guess what mine would be
It's not a favorite color by most, but its a happy one you see
This color expresses that joy, in a bubbly outgoing heart
It's how they live their lives and how they are set apart.
This color is rare to find in many of peoples lives because there is so much hurt, and so much pain.
But if the color lies within you have everything to gain.
Many view this color as not something that they would wear.
Because, with many skin tones it is very hard to compare.
This color expresses it self in a way of such ease and glory
It is a color that brings many victories and great stories
It is a color that reminds many of as special chocolate and peanut treat
It is a polite smile or wave in the air or on the everyday street
It is a color that show a simple hello
and if you haven't guessed already.
My color is Yellow.
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