she was plain on the outside;
basic and white
she had many layers of moods;
hid out of sight

luna violet for violent howling into a twilit night
it was safer to be honest with strangers;
who never saw her in the light

deep indigo for her confidence is too low to let her skin show with might,
she weeps herself to sleep like a willow until tears seep into the inside of her pillow, ineluctably trite

ultramarine blue she acts keen too, in fright, standing in an umbra tundra strewn from a nefarious moon to cause contrite

emerald green, imperiled and mean out of spite
a malevolent queen who sees detriment and disesteem with delight

chartreuse yellow;
she holds shards of truth sour like morello when she shares a bite
an hour of dour barred by the playing of a cello after seeing you with foresight

orange apricot she’s soft, over emotions she thought she lost, but not quite;
aeriform turns to frost as warmth declines with exhaust, overnight

candy apple red, 
she recites playful rhymes in her head that excites
she does does it every time the moment feels right