Colours.

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  • Dedicated to those who feel confused.
                                    

Now allow me to scream,

A RED for my rage.

The colour of strawberries,

Dyed with blood of a page.  

Now allow me to bask,

In the ORANGE of a haze.

The warmth without a mask,

That I will never taste.  

Then allow me to kiss,

A drop of YELLOW ray.

The sweet hug of a mother,

That she forbid me lay.  

Now allow me to cuddle,

The GREEN of a tree.

A sniff of fresh and freedom,

Beauty I will never be.  

Now allow me to jump,

To the endless BLUE sea.

The me that I can dump,

So I can feel free.  

Then allow me to throw,

Away this PURPLE throne.

Crumble this false high,

And expose the true low.

Now allow me one last brush,

Of a hopeful PINK.

The wish of one sole dream,

Cut off any links.

Now leave me to hide,

In my shell of BLACK.

Dirty, dark and useless,

Broken; I am cracked.  

By Rinneko on 13-07-12.


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