His world is c e r u l e a n;

The color of the eyes he wished could only see him.
The pools of her eyes – the eyes that caused him so much pain.
Why didn't she w a n t him?
He is a masochist; he reaches out to her, knowing she can't love him. She won't ever love him.
He was u s e d.
He was u s e l e s s.

Justin colors his world c e r u l e a n.

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His world is w h i t e;

The color of indecision.
He doesn't know who he is anymore.
He's f.l.o.a.t.i.n.g between years and memories.
Blank, numb whiteness is all that's behind his eyes.
He doesn't love anymore.
He remembers without feeling.
He sees without sight.
He hears without sound.
He is blank –
And ready to be r-e-b-o-r-n.

Joseph colors his world w h i t e.

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Her world is s u n b u r n t;

It hurts to look at; like her broken heart.
Behind her eyes she f e e l s the burn.
Slowly, it seeps into her porcelain skin.
She welcomes it.
The pain reminds her of him.
She remembers his deceiving voice, lulling her into d.r.e.a.m.s.
All that time, she had believed.
Believed he was singing about her.
He wasn't.
His voice reminds her of the s u n b u r n.
She was u s e d.
She was u s e l e s s.

Selena colors her world s u n b u r n t.

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His world is s c a r l e t;

His world is stained by the b l o o d racing through her veins.
Into his, to his heart, to his head.
Onto his guitar it d-r-o-p-s in the form of chords.
From his mouth flows the s c a r l e t stream of words about her.
All around him he feels the w a n t –
NO, the need;
He needs her.
He is lost.
He needs to be found.
He will l.i.e. his way into her heart again, because he believes he is gone from it.
F o r g o t t e n.
He couldn't be more wrong.
The s c a r l e t blood that flows through his own veins yearns to meet hers through layers.
He wants to feel her.

Nicholas colors his world s c a r l e t.

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Her world is t r a n s p a r e n t;

They can all see through the glass walls –
They watch her.
She screams.
She is a.l.o.n.e.
No one hears.
Soundproof is her prison.
She sees them all stare.
She wants to r-e-a-c-h out, touch them
F e e l them.
Love them.
H a t e them.
Rip them,
B r e a k them.
She needs him.
She needs his s c a r l e t touch.
She can't forget; she'll never forget.
She sees the c e r u l e a n; the w h i t e; the s u n b u r n; the s c a r l e t;
She can't find her own color.
She can't find the color for her world.

Miley colors her world e m p t y...

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Color the World.