Red for hurt
I’m red with pain
Blue for tears
For tears like rain
Green for the envy
That fast fills my heart
Purple for the problems
That keep us apart
Yellow for happiness
That now you can feel
And pink for the love
The love that you steal
But grey is it all
The good and the bad
The me and the you
The happy and sad
The colours combined
That still let me know
That my feelings for you
Are like a rainbow
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