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Pigments
Green is the color of his eye
A signal that taught me how to fly
Has a calm and gentle soul
Perfectly fine even if he loses his control
Blue is the shade of his gaze
Always needing a hug on his rainy days
Some see him with a lionheart
But do not often spot what is tearing him apart
Red is the feeling I have for him
His voice is such a wonderful hymn
Yellow is the significant one
Just like that and he became my forever sun
Orange, White, and Green are my collective hues
Serene as I describe it, I’ve got no excuse
Chords of heaven is what he plays with his guitar
Indeed a gift that isn’t too bizarre
© Psycheangel17
A signal that taught me how to fly
Has a calm and gentle soul
Perfectly fine even if he loses his control
Blue is the shade of his gaze
Always needing a hug on his rainy days
Some see him with a lionheart
But do not often spot what is tearing him apart
Red is the feeling I have for him
His voice is such a wonderful hymn
Yellow is the significant one
Just like that and he became my forever sun
Orange, White, and Green are my collective hues
Serene as I describe it, I’ve got no excuse
Chords of heaven is what he plays with his guitar
Indeed a gift that isn’t too bizarre
© Psycheangel17
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