Red. Like the color of my hair when I manage to care for it.
Red. Like the glint in my eye from an old camera photo.
Red. Like the pictures of the sunsets I take when I should be inside.
Red. Like the feeling of falling in love.
Orange. Like the shade of red when it isn't sure who it is.
Yellow. When red has decided to be free.
You are yellow.
I am red.
I am trapped in this box I built for myself
But you
Oh, you
Yellow, you are a songbird to my deaf heart
I see your beauty yet I'll never comprehend it
Nor why I was chosen to hear your song
What song?
That song is the orange I see
That uncertainly- no, the fearlessness
Curious
Orange is nothing more than being curious of what's ahead
I am trapped, but you are free
Let us step on to see what lies beyond the orange ahead.
My yellow