I almost didn’t post a limerick this week… but this morning, after little sleep, on a post-it note by the bed, I wrote this in probably less than a minute. I guess it came to me in my (unable-to) sleep.
Is red or pink the color of love?
In sadness, is it blue you think of?
Are envy and jealousy green?
What do your colors mean?
My soul is black, none of the above.