My heart is a rainbow painted in black.

My heart is a silky white.. not quite bright, yet smooth enough to confuse the accutest of eyes.

My heart is a cloudy blue, like the first time you open your eyes in the morning after falling asleep on the beach.

My heart is a rusty red, darker than the blood on my hands, but crimson enough to require a slight tilt in angle to see the light reflect of it.

My heart is a trusting pink, the same pink of that pink line on the blue sky everyone else writes about in their poems…

My heart is a rainbow, painted in black.