She smiles red, when embarrased, of course
and yellow, when sundrenched, which is nice
sometimes green, when in the backseat of a car, trying to finish a chapter, when she knows she shouldnt
often soft cream, first thing in the morning
blue, when sick or sad, just not all there

she's a rainbow to me, of course, but she's my watercolor, and I like to watch it change.

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