The colour I swim in:
So it's me, bathes me and makes me be me.
The beauty glosses over my skin
And slips through all my cracks to make us we.
The colour allows me to love and express myself;
People don't understand why I obsess it
But I say 'it's just me and 'it allows me to be myself.'
I dream this colour, wash in this colour and breathe this colour,
If I didn't I think I would be on the brink
Of losing myself in an ocean of clones and normality.
I am me when I think the colour pink.
