The scrap book flipped
Roughness of love
Flawed and defective
Without editing
Wiped it all out
And I filled it
With colours of the rainbow
When I chose violet
You shook your head
When I drew indigo
You showed a grin
When I picked the blue
You said it looks nice
I tinted you in green
And tied it with a yellow rose
When the orange blasted
I locked red on your lips
In the rainbow’s perfection
The sky seemed vibrant
In the spectrum
I wrote
Not in glitter
Or in syrup
A friend’s name that I can trust!
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