Crimson is the colour of an apple. It's the colour of a cold apple you just pulled out of the fridge where as you bite into it you feel cold jolt through your front teeth. Crimson is the fiery passion as you lust for someone's hands touching you. It's when you long for their hands caressing your skin. It's the tingling sensation that surges through every fibre of your being when you think of someones soft lips on yours. It's the feeling of butterflies when you think about someone you love. It's the colour you see when you sit around the fire and close your eyes just to feel the heat touch you. It's when a spark flies up and singes your skin leaving a small trace of the night in your flesh. Crimson is the colour of love. It's the colour a girl feels as she wears her red salsa dress. It's the feeing when she moves her body to every beat and every pulse of the tambourine. It's the smell of the rose that was never held in a guys mouth as they might've tango across the floor, but he never asked her to dance. It's that moment when the light hits her just right as she holds herself and sways gently to the music. She sways as tears stream down her face as every other couple twirls and spins around her, and she sways. All alone.
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The Colours of Us
PoetryThis is a poetry book that describes the feeing, smell, and taste of colours. Some colours' topics are heavy and some are lighter. Some are about the ups of life and some are about the downs. These are about what I think about when I see this colou...
