If you have a soul,
And inside isn't
A big gaping hole.
What color would yours be?
Possibly pink?
Whimsical, dreamy, and free?
Maybe orange!
Bright and fiery,
Strong yet deep,
Many secrets in your diary.
If you're passionate kind,
Yours might be red.
Smart and dramatic.
Always something in your head.
What about blue?
Simple and aloof.
A smile on your face.
You're known to be a goof.
If you're mysterious and deep.
You might be green.
Always alert,
And definitely keen.
Let's not forget white,
Picture perfect,
Always a delight,
But often feeling blank.
You could be yellow,
Hyper and sweet.
Always optimistic
And light on your feet.
A bit on the quiet side,
Then you're gray,
Helpful and kind.
You have nothing much to say.
Purple is a good.
You're creative and loud,
You tend to hang out
With the "it" crowd.
All of them are great!
But you can only pick one.
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