Green was the color
of the clothes she used to wear.
Cream was her skin,
that was smooth and so fair.
Yellow, often she was,
As sunny Like the sun.
Orange was her favorite,
For she always loved the fun.
Brown, were her eyes,
that seemed to always glow.
Gold, was her hair,
That swayed with a lil blow.
Red was the color,
I often saw when she smiled,
Pink was her lips,
Thin and curved, as if styled.
But blue was what I felt,
When she left me all alone.
And black was my heart,
That she turned into a stone.