Something Borrowed
Roses are red
Violets are blue
If the color of love is hue
What is that of friendship?
Blue.
Just like the skies and the vast bodies of water
Just like my blanket and my favorite warm sweater
Just as it is a part of the three from which all else are gotten
So you are a part of me, without hue I’ll be nothing
Roses are red
Violets are blue
If the color of pain is me
What is that of death?
Transparent.
Just like water in it’s purest of forms or air that is devoid of its impurities
Just like my mind when writers block hits or like the contact lens I use to hide my abnormalities
Just as it’s a part of life, an inevitable end to all who breathe
So also you’re a part of me, living without you will mean I cease to exist
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