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Colours
Soaking Blue;
The opposite of the blood,
Left on my left hand,
The opposite of the pain you have been causing me.
Those burns are vibrant red.
Shades of grey are active in between the spaces of my eyes,
And black is what surrounds me when I cry myself to sleep at night
Green is in my dreams
It represents the money which could fix so much,
And the white is the light which shines so bright when I see a glimpse of hope.
The purple is when I feel pretty enough to leave you alone.
The yellow is my sunshine which at one point was you,
But now that my skies are usually grey
The yellow has been replaced with blue.
The polka dots or splashes of paint is when I'm daring enough to try new things;
Like get a tatoo or put piercings into my skin
Orange, red, blonde are the colours I put in my hair
I had to change myself
I had to change the old me
I see colours as representatives of the various parts of life.
At this moment I'm trying to find a colour close to comprimise.
Then the colours will change, and with ease finally I will breathe.
I won't have this precious pain.
