You would rise in the morning like rays of energetic light
You'd set in the evening like a cold summers nightmare
You were a maze in the rain
Red and passionate, orange and too much energy, yellow and positivity and often green with envy
You'd turn me into a counselor and you just lay there completely blue
One day you're indigo or violet, up for a laugh or just a chill
Then we're back to warm and loving to completely cold
Blinding to look at with so much aggression
When you're not red with passion you're red with rage
I could not keep up