I could look so blue
Deep sorrow experienced by so few
That's what colours my life today
And my tears are all I need to say
I could look so green
Envy so crippling its rarely seen
Or maybe an illness so deliberating
Its only a matter of painful waiting
I could look so red
From words both said and left unsaid
From actions and reactions unjust and criminal
That any sympathy is pretence and minimal
I could paint the world with my emotions you see
Take a brush to the sky and the earth and the sea
Paint them blue and red and green and still
The world wouldn't see when I am not feeling free
But if I painted you with colours I see
The red flare of passion, for you or for me
Blue for the sorrow of the distance we share
And green for the nature of humans to care
Can you tell how much brighter my world could shine
If I had you to paint and call mine?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem