No fine lines
Of definition
Just basic colors
Confusing each other
And fusing together
To define me

Red passion tempting
Purple depth
Quick temper tempting
Endless caring
Rightful suspicion tempting
Naive love

Shades on a spectrum
And Crayola crayons
Casual conversation 
And alarm clocks

(Any feedback on this poem in particular would be most appreciated.)


Kenia Cris said...

Those who know and love you won't care if you look like a beautiful painting or just a blob.

Your poetry sounds like music everytime I read it to myself.

Very beautiful piece.

Take care and keep smiling. =*

Missy Ricco said...

We are the sum of all the parts we love...favourite colours, favourite music, our passions and our failings. I think this is what you are getting at with this piece.