Color of my Soul

Soul,

what color would you exude?

With endless possibilities,

would a hue outshine the rest?

Maybe deep down they have their little civilization,

waging war

and swimming through the dense sea of mania

so a hue shines a bit brighter than the rest.

Maybe if I talked to my crush,

you'd ooze swaths of orangish-pink

as my heart bleeds for affection.

A battle would commence,

a navy blue and embroidered purple tinges:

the fear that my heart will sizzle with just a few words.

Even though fear plagues my actions,

you'd see a kaleidoscope of emotions

ranging from the yellow hue of euphoria

to the stark whiteness of despair,

a color so blanched that it stains my eyes with misery.

Each hue shines their own light upon my heart,

mixing together to make my soul sparkle.