She said that she saw no colors.
Then, how do you explain this?
Red, crimson, scarlet,
Burgundy if it’s in the past.
He said that he was colorblind.
Then how do you explain this?
Blue, dark, dark blue.
The stereotypical color of sorrows
Was the color of the lips
That screamed for breath.
I want to know that I am made of colors
The red and blues and all around.
A collective rainbow
Hanging in a grey, grey world.