Thoughts of You and More

Colours

"You know, I didn't think we would be compatible..."

An inhalation sudden, barely audible

"...until I heard your Math-like riddle,"

Within my heart, hope rekindles

...

"What riddle? Of what, if I may ask?"

"Of us, of our differences none could mask,"

And then, I felt, as if my heart was but a husk-

Restoring its contents, an impossible task

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"It was of us, as inequalities equal;

That we might just be, the right kinds of people;

You changed my mindset, with a poem simple,"

Within my soul, you've just created ripples

...

"So let me get this straight, shall we?"

You continue still, and I let thee

"We have differences to keep things lively,

Yet still click with our similarities?"

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"Well, darling, my thoughts aren't so simple, you see;

Hear me out, and you'll agree.

To me, colours make up our personality;

In each person, perhaps a whole sea...

Two people could be filled with colours that clash,

Two violent seas that collide, crash;

One filled with a blue-green splash,

Another nothing but yellow-pink brash...

And then there are people whose colours blend

Whose tears in fabrics could easily mend;

Colours not alike, not boring, no, but different

Hues of which comfort's easily lent;

Ours are colours, unalike, but with the other sit well

Our compatibility, none could quell;

Purples and blues; oranges, pinks; they make a spell,

A spell so enchanting; can't you tell?"

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"Yes, and you make it sound so sweet," you say

"That..wasn't intended, but I hope it makes your day,"

See, you haven't seen things this way;

I hope I'm not too weird, I hope you'll stay

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Worried, I prod in fear,

"Welcome, to a poet's mind,"

"It's good to be here,"

"But many a mood-, or rather, mind-swing you'll find,"

I protest, under insecurity sheer;

"Don't worry dear, it's wonderfully fine,"

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*ding*

I check my texts

And what I see next

Had me laughing

As you've sent me something;

I see cuteness

In your loss for words;

By giggles, weak I'm rendered

From your hilarious little blunders

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You had me thinking

Of a time past, ship sinking

Goodbyes said-Heart cold, eyes hard, unflinching;

Our colours were too close to clashing

Only works well if we're both daring;

Even then, the future was disparaging...

Our hues might just work like clothes with certain designs

But even creativity runs out in time

Nothing can be forced, and we're both resigned

That we're past, our times prime

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And you might think, I'm rueful and blue

But happily away, the ashes I blew;

Ashes of a past I'm ever grateful,

And I care not if my thoughts are cruel and sinful

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For I've found a canvas colourful

A place filled with complementing hues;

As if within the other, a prearranged rendezvous-

For you're my comfort, my home..my beautiful

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-You're my perfect~-@AshFern