She smiles
red, when embarrased, of course
and
yellow, when
sundrenched, which is nice
sometimes
green, when in the
backseat of a car, trying to finish a chapter, when she knows she shouldnt
often
soft cream, first thing in the morning
blue, when sick or sad, just not all there
she's a rainbow to me, of course, but she's my watercolor, and I like to watch it change.