Auras Poem by Brisheanna Night

It began with sunshine
then the agony started.
the cold and ice...

Storm clouds come and go
but that doesnt stop the attack.
Wait... why am i exhausted? oh yea
hiding feelings and being alone can be exhausting

the out of the clear blue sky you
appear like you snuck
under my sheild of shadows.

then I see the aura it's not Mine its pink' with love and happyness not black with mystery and secretive like mine.

now i know what the problemis but
i guess with a baby blue aura, it is suductive
and mixed with green can make you a lier.

But can you live with a
Gray aura?