Colors
By Britty
Red is the songBurning wild with summerBlue can break my onlyDark bruise and consumeThis heart that wondersBut why so?Does this heart fall short of hope?Or maybe its dream is too far out of reachGreen with the urge to take a standBut not yet ready to make a planSo what do you do with a bruised heart?One thing I know is, you can't let it stayIt takes a lot to get out of harm's way Written March 16th, 2002 © on Mar 16 2002 10:22 AM PST 0 • 10
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"Red is the songBurning wild with summerBlue can break my onlyDark bruise and consumeThis heart that wondersBut why so?Does this heart fall short of hope?Or maybe its dream is too far out of reachGreen with the urge to take a standBut not yet ready to make a planSo what do you do with a bruised heart?One thing I know is, you can't let it stayIt takes a lot to get out of harm's way..."