my story is told in colors<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n of scarlet red and pastel blue<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n my fingers graze the moon<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n and he\u2019s left with stardust bruises<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n my story is told in colors<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n of red that rips mountains<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n like paper wilting in the rain<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n where you and\u00a0i\u00a0are not one<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n my story is told\u00a0in colors<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n orange like the split of the sun and sky<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n sparks flit off my fingers<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n catching my soul aflame<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n my story is told in colors<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n the yellow that reaches down for me<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n that stains our cheeks with might<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n where we are full of life and love<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n my story is told in colors<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n a green that paints my ground<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n that holds me close<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n when life is new and old again<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n my story is told in colors<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n of\u00a0a blue\u00a0i\u00a0could fall into\u00a0<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n with the sky shrinking ever above<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n and where the sun cannot reach<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n my story is told in colors<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n the purple skylines under my skin<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n rising and falling with the beat of my heart<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n and the memories between us<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n my story is told in colors<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n pink that whispers of something<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n where our souls find each other<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n and leave galaxies in our wake<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n my story is told in colors<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n moments painted in gold and silver<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n i\u2019d\u00a0tell this all to the stars, the moon and sky<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n and\u00a0why,\u00a0i\u00a0think they\u2019d answer back<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Olivia Bennet my story is told in colors\u00a0 of scarlet red and pastel blue\u00a0 my fingers graze the moon\u00a0 and he\u2019s left with stardust bruises\u00a0 \u00a0 my story is told in colors\u00a0 of red that rips mountains\u00a0 like paper wilting in the rain\u00a0 where you and\u00a0i\u00a0are not one\u00a0 \u00a0 my story is told\u00a0in colors\u00a0 orange… <\/p>\n