Do you see me how I see you? 

Is there color missing from your portrait of me too?

You know, when we met, the world was colored oh so different.

I was a shade of blue who didn’t know why

and you were the shade of yellow who didn’t know how

but I swear when we mixed we made  our grass greener than any other side had ever been

I painted the sky and you put the sun in it until we realized a sky could be any color we wanted.

I hear you are orange now,
vibrant as can be,

and me ?

I’m still blue

as can be 

but I’m learning to lighten up.