I don't live a Pastel Life |
I decorate with red and gold |
In spaces that are black and white |
A splash of aqua, bright and bold |
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Seeking shelter from a storm |
I took the hue of winter sun |
One that barely shone or warmed |
Left me feeling safe and numb |
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"Oh, grow up," say lovers, pissed |
"Why can't you lead a life like mine?" |
Do babies wrapped in lilac mist |
Feel warmth and comfort or confined? |
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I don't live a Pastel Life |
Give me teal and chocolate brown |
I love the feel of painting high |
And run the risk of falling down |
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"A nice pale pink would suit you fine" |
My friends will often scold and nag |
But I took silver with deep wine |
For the colors of my flag. |
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No, I don't live a pastel life |
I chose one lined with black and blue |
And if somehow I paint it right |
No regrets when I am through |