"Oh give us pleasure in the Orchard white,"
         He isn't pleasure, but a nurse quick and caring, smelling clean and sterile. So dizzying like a great height.
         Yellow is much more energetic like girl,
         one with scraped knees and a smile; her hair in a whorl.

          Or Red, She is the sun, fiery; like passion and love, or anger and hate.
          Messy hair, and she doesn't care. Highwasted jeans, and an aesthetic with fate.
          Slightly less loved the Orange of my eye,
          A guy of laughter and sunsets, with sports jackets, his vintage tee's, and homemade pie.

          Then there is Green, a survivor. She is strong but still funny and smart. She is the color
          of forests, of clover; of spray paint and ink, and the scarf of a scholar.
          Blue; the surfer of stormy waves, flip-flops, and ripped jeans, salt spray, and crystal skies.
          Calm, or dark, soulful but bright; so contradicting his feelings, and his eyes.
         
          Next comes Purple, who's a boy filled with wonder
          he's gentle like lavender and heather, but still bold and grand as thunder.
           We will end with Black, an complex type of girl,
            A night owl with glasses, bags under her eyes, and a book. With hot tea made of stardust and pearl.

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There we go my happy poem. I like it personally.

Maybe my friends won't worry about how I'm still strangely good at depressing stuff. I still don't know why?

Once again Borrowed line poem by Robert Frost. I should be done with him so we can move on to something different.

The colors as people though, I always thought it was a unique concept that I like to play around with.

Hey I'm doing requests. So you want a special poem, maybe something to give to a special someone and take all the credit for *wink wink nudge nudge* or maybe you just are in the mood for a certain poem go for it!  Give me a theme and a type! It might not be the best but hey lets do it!