r e d.
the colour of my blood
dripping from your handso r a n g e.
the colour of your wicked flames
licking my open woundsy e l l o w.
the colour of scars
tattooing my delicate sking r e e n.
the colour of your enchanting eyes beguiling, drawing me inb l u e.
the colour of the skies
and my tears that watered the earthi n d i g o.
the colour of the deep
in which i drowned my songsv i o l e t.
the colour of deceit
that burned within your lungsmy life like a rainbow
painted across the sky
alas
fading into the atmosphere
the day you said goodbye
-Anna Abigail-
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Her Poetic Journey
Puisiit's not about the finish line it's about the journey -poetry for stages in life