Bob Ross kinda love

When we talk you make me taste pale blue

surrounding you is yellow

the color of wild roses stains my cheeks

your words smell of lilac when you speak

oh it’s too easy to breathe when your around

speaking of around I feel warm oranges when I’m around you

though my mind is clear lush evergreen

it’s the crook of your neck which reminds me of the sunrise

and makes me want to paint you an oasis

our hearts are stained the color of stars at night

yet what we’ve become refuses to be black or white