Love is white Pure of heart The perfect start Anger is red A rushing flood Of spillen blood Orange is remorse Words to regret Things to forget Front to back White to black Extreme to extreme Everything in between Yellow is fear The coward's mark Fleeing the dark Green is envy Cause for war Tempers will soar Blue is sorrow A lover's bane Feel the pain Front to back White to black Extreme to extreme Everything in between Indigo is tranquility Peace of mind Limited by time Violet is passion For empty wishes Sealed by kisses Black is hate A constant trend The final end
Reason for writing:
Just an attempt to try to describe and come to terms with those things called feelings. This started out as a song but turned out to be little more poetic than anticipated.
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