My favorite color is red
But if I'm being honest
I am a shade of light blue
An anti-solidarist
I am calm, not sad
I worry but can be content
I flow like the aqua-hued ocean
Always have the purest intent
The sky is my serenity
I am easy-going
Birds are comforted by my presence
But I'm capable of growing
I love to be a passionate red
Perhaps, I am deep down inside
I'm blue and red; Purple!
Then again, why should I decide?
Who says I must be one color?
Who says I can't be blue and red?
I can change, depending on the mood
From a peaceful blue to a fiery red.
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Sarah Loyd
I love movies, music, TV, and all things entertaining. I also love to write poetry. Follow me on Twitter @musicl0v3 and on Mix https://mix.com/sarahloyd You can also find me on Pinterest @sloydmarie
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Comments (4)
Yes! Why be one thing? But, like you, I think I might be blue with red rising.
Lovely personal revelation, great words
My favorite color is blue.
My favourite colour is red too! Too often I find myself blue and I then strive to be red. Loved your poem!