Rainbow ribbon

A Poem by Porcelain

(: Colours a damned good thing aint it?

The wine that lay within your veins,
That symbolises both loves and pains

The sky that soars through waters deep,
And teeters over mountains steep

The shade that means to drink, drink, drink,
And is the mossy stuff climbing up your sink

Orange skin, thats raised at day,
And melts into sunset, to fade away

The fire that lays upon the grave,
And the adventurous boardshorts upon pool wave

The beauty that pops up in spring,
In the form of bell, that never rings

The last stitch to the rainbows ribbon,
The colours that mould the world we live in