Red, Mine and Blue

Roses are red, 
and violets are blue,
Or is it just me, 
and roses are blue too,

Maybe my red 
is really your blue,
And your blue is red, 
but only to you,

Your sky is blue, 
and mine is the same,
But only by word, 
description and name,

Really yours is red, 
according to me,
If only I could see, 
just as you see,

Or maybe your red, 
is what I call green,
Do you see what I'm saying, 
or see what I mean?

But if you saw what I'm saying, 
you'd know what I mean,
When I say something's "red" 
you'd see what I've seen,

So you may never know, 
if violets are blue and roses are red,
Cause you're the only one, 
seeing from inside your head,