colors | a poem

"The worst thing you write is better than the best thing you didn't write."

A little poem I wrote, kind of about the last 18 years. Enjoy.

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my story is told in colors

of scarlet red and pastel blue

my fingers graze the moon

and he’s left with stardust bruises

my story is told in colors

of red that rips mountains

like paper wilting in the rain

where you and me are not one

my story is told in colors

orange like the split of the sun and sky

sparks flit off of my fingers

catching my soul aflame

my story is told in colors

the yellow that reaches down for me

that stains our cheeks with might

where we are full of life eternal

my story is told in colors

a green that paints my ground

that holds me close

when life is new and old again

my story is told in colors

a blue i could fall into

with the sky shrinking ever above

and where the sun cannot reach

my story is told in colors

the purple skylines under my skin

rising and falling with the beat of my heart

and the memories between us

my story is told in colors

pink that whispers of something

where our souls find each other

and leave galaxies in our wake

my story is told in colors

moments painted in gold and silver

i’d tell this all to the stars, the moon and sky

and, why, i think they’d answer back

~The WordShaker