Lately, our colours,
once bold and bright and blinding
the rawest emotions
the brightest golden sunsets
the darkest navy nights
are all fading.
We're diluted
We're watercolours now
we're not as bold or bright or blinding
And I fear
we shall become
more water than colour
and lose each other
in fighting for colour
once more.
YOU ARE READING
Watercolours
PoetryAn anthology about a new relationship still filled with nervousness and uncertainty, something that could be incredible but is slightly held back from being as vibrant as it could be for how badly things have gone before.
