Sophie Freeman (16)
what color are you?
you are the verses fixed in my mind.
your body is the stanza i can’t lose.
my pen doesn’t work when i think about you,
so many of my sentences are colored with forms of you.
what color are you?
you’re orange, hot hot orange burning, burning me with your love.
kindling new feelings i’ve never experienced before.
red-orange to scarlet sparking thoughts in my head, yet none of these thoughts are being processed by my brain enough to put into words.
no, you’re blue, holding me steady in a storm, stabilizing, energizing. you’re so charming i think you’re like a magician, or some kind of magic, because no normal human should have these kinds of effects on my heart and head. is this what ecstasy feels like? this delight at being with you. the ways i’m elated when i discover more about you.
maybe you aren’t blue or orange. maybe you’re more like green because green is the way my heart throbs when you’re not around, green is the way my stomach flutters when you are near. it’s the way my body quivers when our faces get close, every part of me vibrating from happy energy, nervous energy, and excitement.
excitement leads to passion, you are red we are red. our lips touch and electricity sparks. your hand brushes mine and i feel the lightning shoot from your fingertips into me. i am buzzing from your touch. red because you give me fire, red because our love is blazing and i’m wondering why i haven't been burned yet.
when the night rolls around and the sky dips from light blue to dark my mind races with thoughts i cannot control. as the sun sinks into the horizon my brain sinks too, unless i’m with you, that’s when you’re purple like the sunset. you’re purple and you’re pulling me back out, reminding me to look at the beauty around me. lilac, lavender, and plum cover the dimming sky and you radiate them, too.
i’m so happy with you. i’m more than happy, i’m in love. you’re yellow. yellow for the sun, you’re my sun now. i don’t know what i’d do without you. you warm me when i’m cold, you radiate generosity, genuineness, and glee. every second spent with you is never wasted and i want to spend so many more seconds with you.
to answer the previously posed question: you are not one color. you are a rainbow and i know that’s not manly or rough or tough but to me it’s everything. you’re everything to me and do everything for me. you are special and saved me after the torrential rainstorm. a light after the dark and i cannot limit you to one color or feeling. i love you.
Sophie is a 16 year old girl who has always loved to write. When she was little, she first wrote stories similar to the Junie B. Jones novels, and she never stopped. She loves reading, sunshine, and cats. Sophie has never been published before. Her writing account on Instagram is @extrovertedlyintroverted if you enjoyed this piece and would like to check out more of her work.
what color are you?
you are the verses fixed in my mind.
your body is the stanza i can’t lose.
my pen doesn’t work when i think about you,
so many of my sentences are colored with forms of you.
what color are you?
you’re orange, hot hot orange burning, burning me with your love.
kindling new feelings i’ve never experienced before.
red-orange to scarlet sparking thoughts in my head, yet none of these thoughts are being processed by my brain enough to put into words.
no, you’re blue, holding me steady in a storm, stabilizing, energizing. you’re so charming i think you’re like a magician, or some kind of magic, because no normal human should have these kinds of effects on my heart and head. is this what ecstasy feels like? this delight at being with you. the ways i’m elated when i discover more about you.
maybe you aren’t blue or orange. maybe you’re more like green because green is the way my heart throbs when you’re not around, green is the way my stomach flutters when you are near. it’s the way my body quivers when our faces get close, every part of me vibrating from happy energy, nervous energy, and excitement.
excitement leads to passion, you are red we are red. our lips touch and electricity sparks. your hand brushes mine and i feel the lightning shoot from your fingertips into me. i am buzzing from your touch. red because you give me fire, red because our love is blazing and i’m wondering why i haven't been burned yet.
when the night rolls around and the sky dips from light blue to dark my mind races with thoughts i cannot control. as the sun sinks into the horizon my brain sinks too, unless i’m with you, that’s when you’re purple like the sunset. you’re purple and you’re pulling me back out, reminding me to look at the beauty around me. lilac, lavender, and plum cover the dimming sky and you radiate them, too.
i’m so happy with you. i’m more than happy, i’m in love. you’re yellow. yellow for the sun, you’re my sun now. i don’t know what i’d do without you. you warm me when i’m cold, you radiate generosity, genuineness, and glee. every second spent with you is never wasted and i want to spend so many more seconds with you.
to answer the previously posed question: you are not one color. you are a rainbow and i know that’s not manly or rough or tough but to me it’s everything. you’re everything to me and do everything for me. you are special and saved me after the torrential rainstorm. a light after the dark and i cannot limit you to one color or feeling. i love you.
Sophie is a 16 year old girl who has always loved to write. When she was little, she first wrote stories similar to the Junie B. Jones novels, and she never stopped. She loves reading, sunshine, and cats. Sophie has never been published before. Her writing account on Instagram is @extrovertedlyintroverted if you enjoyed this piece and would like to check out more of her work.