Palette
Paint me the with the colours of the palette called you,
all the blues,
all the hues,
the warm tones,
the cold storms.
Blue, like the coldness of your gaze.
The ones which are capable enough to make body shiver.
Also because of the emptiness they hold,
So lonely and beautiful;
so different from everyone else,
It made me wish to make you mine.
The hues, representing your frowns.
Even those are beautiful about you, whenever I see it,
I want to try harder to make you smile. It just makes me fall in love with you more and more,
And I keep hoping that you start feeling the same,
And want to make me yours too.
The warm shades,
Yellow representing your smile, the way your eyes crinkle at the edges,
making you look like a freshly blooming like my favourite flower, the sunflower.
You've planted your seed in me and are blooming,
You already own me,
Please be mine quickly.
Orange representing your happiness; all the things that make you happy,
Nature, solace and meadows, I want to be all of that,
A place where you can find everything that makes you happy.
Can't you see how hard I'm trying to be yours?
Red representing your passion; passion and strength for life;
your blood and fire,
I want them to be me,
I want to be your strength, a shield against this cruel world.
I'm ready to sacrifice me for you,
Yet you don't see how bad I want you to claim me.
Paint in all of them,
for I want to be your everything, I want to be engulfed by you, totally consumed.
Every shade on your life's palette is enduring.
Please let them be me,
I'm your canvas for tonight,
Forever.
You can trust me with all your fibres,
Everything may vanish when I take a bath in the morning,
But this paint, this masterpiece you've created out of me will be carved into my blood.
-Manya Jain
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The Flowers
PoesíaA compilation of original and hopefully relatable poetry, rants, paragraphs,late night thoughts just talking about love and life in general. I'd appreciate if no one copies anything because these are written by me. Ty.
