I was riding on a color wheel,
spun and paused for you.
If you saw me in blue,
would you spray red and stir it
till a perfect purple appeared?
That should reside in my heart,
as a mature fruit to taste.

I was riding on the color wheel,
waiting for the moment you would come.
When it twirled red to purple,
I would dance with lavender fragrance.
But you left it alone as blue,
Blue, blue soaked every moment.

I am painting my color wheel,
as pure white it should be.
I will hang it on my door,
that should hide tint it rolled before,
that I should not care for you anymore.