We messed up the colours

I think we've messed up the colours

love is green, fear is red

just like math

solitude is beige,

and sometimes a bruise purple.

When we long we bleed orange, we bleed

hot molten sun

orange is the only thing that pierces through

and so sadness isn't blue.

sadness is oyster, and bone

and it is hope that's cerulean.

hope is a wash cycle of abundance

rinse and repeat and

I believe dreams are the colour we

saw when we first opened our eyes here on earth

for me its mauve, for you silver.