I want to change

 I no longer want to be as passionate red anymore. 

 I wish to be as gentle as light blue. 

 To be as calm as still blue water after a heavy storm. 

 As anticipated as the first clear blue summer sky.

 Admired like a blue china plate hung upon the wall.

 I want to sleep like the snow on Lake Michigan.

 I’m tired being you’re passion of red.