Treasure Island

Gypsy Boy Varey


Blue is the Colour


Blue is the colour
Of this life I lead
Blue is the colour
That if I’m cut I’d bleed

White is the colour
Of my sullen face
White is the colour
Of life lost without a trace

Green is the colour
Of thoughts inside my mind
Green because I envy
Those that can unwind

Gray is the colour
Of days all overcast
Gray is the colour
Of memory’s fading fast

Gold is the colour
Of my lost friend the sun
Gold is for wealth
Which in prison I have none

Black is the colour
Tattooed upon my heart
Black is every night
Till the end and from the start

Silver is the colour
On the edge of the knife
Silver is the razor
Used to end a life

Yellow is the colour
Of he who cannot cope
Yellow is the colour
Of he who gives up hope

Red is not the colour
Of any hell I know
For it’s magnolia on the walls
The ceiling and the door



(c) varey 2013

Submitted: Monday, August 26, 2013
Edited: Monday, August 26, 2013

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