Why are your eyes so red?
Full of pursuit, to hunt and k**.
Why is your drive so strong
As opposed to your will
Why are your hands so blue?
Leaving mark in every thing you do
Life absents itself from your tasks
Melancholy in it quietly basks
Why is your brain so grey?
The concrete hits my face every word you say
Numbers and facts are the safest bets
But the mold may change before its set
Why is your tongue so green?
Everything alien you must deem
Obviously inferior
Drought the other side to make yours seem
By far greener
Why is your heart so black?
You forsake the bait and spring trap
So willingly one might believe
Your joy comes from such
Why is your flower so pink?
It's the reason everytime i try to leave
That thought dies with ease
Every blessed time
There is silver so you must be gold
If platinum is,your centre will not hold
There will always be a raised bar
A's will always wish on A stars
Why chase perfection when it rejects you?
It knows its own pain
Rather a free hound than a lion bound
To a chain
Nature drew the lines and you coloured them in
My eyes are a canvas and you may colour again
Why is the future so white?
So if theres anything we must change we simply colour again.