Her(Story) of Color
She hides her colors
To hide her warmth
Black lines etched out
Reservation
Over-stimulation with no where for the fire to go
Suppressed expression
Causes spontaneous combustion
Maybe it is time that she gives birth to a supernova?
Or a rainbow to change her essence, her aura
But in a book
A journal of portraits,
Of father and friend look back at her
But she is the story that she knows best
Hues of blues and greens
With curves and swirls to cool a
Flame untamed for too long
So glum and gloomy
These days and nights
But blossoms bloom anyway
With no soil yet to tether their roots
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