I believed you were yellow with pink and green
Fresh, Innocent, Loving
I was wrong. You're Red.
Danger, Passion, Not to be trusted.
I thought you were a daisy blooming through spring - but you were a rose. Thorns pricked my fingers as they traveled down your spine. Petals fell with every delicate touch.
Your father claimed you were just like your mother
Impossible to love another
I was scared - you were terrified.
Terrified that one day our hearts would untangle and you'd be left in a sea of what could've happened
Everything that left your mouth tinged and tarnished by the burning thoughts in your mind
-colours
