When I first met you, 

I was blue. 

Hues of charcoal 

drew paintings of shattered skies 

on my skin. 

My blood, a deep red, 

silhouetted into a sunset 

as it cast white clouds 

to dark nights. 

Your eyes were green 

before golden stars drizzeled a yellow-tint onto them,

creating a new shade of me. 

We were sitting near a lighter pond

reflecting a darker kind of humor-

your laugh was colourless 

as I told you peachy tales 

of how yellow loved the sun so much, 

it took one breath and placed itslef in her hands. 

You told me that was a good thing 

as your cheeks blushed a pinky-red. 

And then, you stole the blue from my breath 

as we kissed a new meaning to the words 

'purple rain.'