Then what colour is this poem&;#063;

Sunny poems lack heart
All yellowing with age and forced jollity
I forget what words used to be hovering in my throat
Hoping you'll hear them all the same, holding your hand
Silent.
So many mistakes warrants for a green poem
Jealousy, money, greed (though greed is often pink
Like pigs)
And blue is like the sky
Or sea that reflects white clouds
White is purity, innocence, death
A death or beauty unsullied by hatred
Orange is fruit, not the only one, however
I can't forget you, ever
Forget-me-not it purple like the underside of daisies
Twisted as a crown in my hair
Don't look back into a sea of colour
Look forward into nothingness
What does the future look like?
My heart is filled with pictures of you
And my mind is black.