Colors speak loudly, ask my kids so do I,
Most people laugh, my boys just wanna run and hide.
Why hide your true colors if the intent behind them is true,
To make someone’s day, even the darkest shades, when mixed, can be the brightest of blue
Blue like the sky I soar above the clouds, yea blue is my color, until I look down and see all the colors as I’m flying so free.
I could be all of those colors, not just one can really describe the uniqueness of me.
Colors define me and my true feelings inside without a word from my lips, possibly a mere sigh.
My life started a blank canvas, possibly a small tear, I’m clumsy at times so the slight imperfection happened when I stumbled on my way here!
I tend to move fast,
Why honestly, Mrs. Scarlett, “I think you may be running from painful colors of the past!!”
“Oh Rhett!” “It is true, my colors you have shown”, oh shit, look at the time I was on my way home, to paint on my canvas before this dark storm comes on…
If I don’t take shelter my flawed little canvas won’t survive in the rain and my green to get a new one are smaller amounts of coppery and silvery change!
Nice to see you again, to my room I must go,
Time to paint my masterpiece before the big art show…
Big procrastinator, as you can see,
I’ve been trying for a while, like 2003.
Fear, doubt, uncertainty? Unsure of the reason but here, I lay it out for all to see, I hope you enjoy the colors of me, Holly Marie!!!
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