Rainbow(less)

I fall too easy,
I wilt too fast
That tint of sky after rain
Always breaks me apart.

Scattering itself in seven,
What a con rainbows are!
Divide as such from one
A wound and many scars.

Violet violets, indigo bush;
Creepy silence, beloved so,
Blue sky, green grass lush;
Flaccid beauty, where ever I go.

Tongues waging wars
Pens that account these farce
Yellow huts and orange face;
Ah! The red that promised no race.

Yet I get back up,
And blossom atop
With the shine of sun,
Become clear and one.