Olivia Bennet
my story is told in colors
of scarlet red and pastel blue
my fingers graze the moon
and he’s left with stardust bruises
my story is told in colors
of red that rips mountains
like paper wilting in the rain
where you and i are not one
my story is told in colors
orange like the split of the sun and sky
sparks flit off my fingers
catching my soul aflame
my story is told in colors
the yellow that reaches down for me
that stains our cheeks with might
where we are full of life and love
my story is told in colors
a green that paints my ground
that holds me close
when life is new and old again
my story is told in colors
of a blue i could fall into
with the sky shrinking ever above
and where the sun cannot reach
my story is told in colors
the purple skylines under my skin
rising and falling with the beat of my heart
and the memories between us
my story is told in colors
pink that whispers of something
where our souls find each other
and leave galaxies in our wake
my story is told in colors
moments painted in gold and silver
i’d tell this all to the stars, the moon and sky
and why, i think they’d answer back