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Our Story in Color

A poem about last night, about every time we are together... No, it doesn't rhyme, but it doesn't have to. It's our story, but it's in COLOR. I love you Patrick. (In my actual document, I placed certain colors for certain words. Can you guess which words?)
Gold searches for Gray,
Gray looks for Gold,
Gray and Gold dance,
Gold turns to Green,
Gray changes to Periwinkle.

Rosy lips pressed,
Love takes over the lungs,
Breath against cheek, neck and lips,
"You’re not my girlfriend that’s my best friend."

Fingers intertwine,
Tears slide down the cheeks of Green,
Teeth escape through lips in a pearly display,
"You’re my best friend that’s my girlfriend," Periwinkle finished.

Worries gone,
Silhouettes combined,
Earth, life disintegrated,
"I love you more than anything," Green said.

"I love you too. Let’s go home,"
Goodbye World,
I’m in La La Land with Periwinkle.

Sincerely, my happiest eyes,
Green.
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Published: 9/3/2012
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