Colours(?) (Complete/incomplete I don't know)

Blue the colour in which she swam,
Blue the colour of her skin
Blue tastes the coffee at 9 a.m
Blue is the colour painted in the void within

Red the colour of her eyes that rage
Red the colour of her heart that aches
Red lay bleeding her dreams that are dead
Red bleed the words she never said.

All these colours yet not one seems to be in sight
All these colours
Yet you take a look back at her life
And it stands still in hues of black and white.

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