On some days I'm a matador red
Alive and full of jubilance
Calm as the quiet beating of the heart in my chest
Content as a ruby rose nestled in a bouquet of flowers
Vibrant as a crimson splatter upon a whitewashed canvas
Alert and giggly from too much caffeine
But on other days...
I'm a dreary and pitch black
Drained and regretful of the past
Dismal and withdrawn as a single grgreyloud in a bright blue sky
Lost and worried about days yet to come
Hurt and unhappy with myself for being me
Useless and wanting to forget my broken memories
Weary and silent as a solitary tulip blooming in a dead garden
But today,
I think I'm a mixture of both
