Red:
she is vibrant she is alive
twirling with outstretched arms
and forced laughter,
trailing a cigarette from curled lips
the hue of poppy petals,
hurling anger and passion and heartbreak;
a whirlwind tinted crimson; and
she is not one to miss a sunrise,
to see the horizon set itself on fire
licks of heat caressing her face

Blue:
irises filled with puddled moonbeams
his universal consciousness complete
with galaxies and supernova and little infinities
every face an ocean
a possibility for life or crushing nothingness
pure curiosity flowing through
a charcoal pencil, and a mind too easy
to get lost in

Green:
she contains endless energy
leaps and bounds and nauseating movements
life streaming from every pore
infectious, viral to those lacking;
electric shaded venom,
radioactive emotions paint her mind
turning hope to envy to jealousy
she is often called a hurricane

Yellow:
selective blindness plagues her,
muted and naive
wearing daisy patterned dresses
writing unsent love letters to suitors long gone by;
glee shines from her smile,
and her laugh like honey tinted sunshine
undiluted and joyful,
blurry around the edges