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Streaming down my face,

this rainbow trickles.

But not after the storm,

for it rages it's own.

Each tear a color.

Blue is for the sadness,

built up in my eyes.

Black is for my soul,

filled with shadows and doubt.

Red is for the blood,

dripping from my veins.

Pink is for the love,

that broke my heart.

Purple's for the bruise,

that covers me.

White is me as a whole,

for I've been drained.

The only color left,

is the rainbow...

streaming down my face.



~*~ Jill ~*~