Colours

If people were colours

I wonder which one you'd be?

Would you be a brighter shade of me? 

Or a plain contrast, my wanna be? 

It's hard to tell

After all, what we've been through

Isn't something less than hell?

You're more often like ocean blue

Calm and quiet on the outside

Hiding a world of its own inside. 

I'm undoubtedly the warm crimson leaves in Autumn

Beautiful yet fallen. 

If people were colours

You'd be turbulent blue 

and I'd be fiery red.

But like leaves and seasons

We change our colour

without any rhyme or reason

From vibrant yellow to dullish brown

To suit their mood and their season