You are gold and silver
highlights on my life
glistening like riches
or a higher delight

They're black and crimson
terror and pain
revised inner vision
contently insane

I have seen orange and yellow
pity and your sympathy
obliged to feel compelled
to dwell on things depressing

She is white, and he is green
She is pure, and he naive
He is young, and she is new
He is fresh, and she pristine

But I'm a kind of blue
or brown around the edge
I've been soiled a bit
my colors wouldn't blend

I'm a shade of violet
barely visible to you
A step in the wrong direction
and I would disappear from view

So be careful with your tears
lest they fall near me
draw me out of the spectrum
and erase the imagery

You be black and red and white
Be yellow, orange and green
But, I prefer this shade of blue
and sometimes, I'd rather not be seen