📒poems or stuff-1
1-the colors of my mind are the wrong shade. Hues line my skull like the lines on a road. Colors shift like seasonal drift. Saturation and contrast set the view that’s made. The colors of my mind are the wrong shade. Allocate the noise, upset the state of the view. I see this pretty color, the mind brings the thought of you. You color the section of my mind, I didn’t know I could create. Yet the colors of my mind are the wrong shade. Paint a picture, or write a verse. My mind holds on tight and begins to rehearse. Your presence like a rainbow on my eyes. Yet still the true colors of my mind hide. Unrequited, unresolved, like a brand on my hoof. Repeated thoughts, like a horse, beat me dead. No subsiding, no hope for plea to deal the pain away. The true colors of my mind have begun to fade truly away.