Colours
Drenched in colours
I'm drenched in colours
In colours i don't want to be
Blue black red
From my eyes to my feet
In colours
That i don't want be drenched in
I want to wash it off
Wash it off
Get it off me
These dreadful colours
I don't want them on me
Get them off me
Rub it off
Blue black red
All over me
Everywhere
The pattern repeating again
I run
Run to wash it off
Get it off me
It doesn't come off
I rub and rub
Scratch wipe furiously
Just to get it off me
But it doesn't go
Doesn't leave me
Reminds me
I start to remember
Remember how i got them
How i got drenched in them
So completely and wholy
That i couldn't see past the colours that painted me.
I remember the moments.
When i first saw them.
when i first started painting myself with them.
I don't want to.
Please don't make me.
Get it off me.
I don't want them on me.
Let me.
Let me take them off me.
Let me paint myself again.
Paint myself with colours that are joyful and happy.
Colours that can't be seen.
Colours that i can't see.
Colours that you can't see.
But colours that can make you feel.
Feel.
About who you are.
About who i am.
Colours that only i need to feel.
Colours that don't hurt me or you.
Colours that i love.
A rainbow .
Colours that don't hurt.
Drench me again.
I want to be drenched
In colours
That let me
breathe
Smile
Cry.
Colours that let me be.
Colours that let me live.
Drench me.
- Laina
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Words Sung By A Weeping Soul
PoetryThis is a collection of poems. My genre Is angst and these poems are full of them. Pondering about the world, wondering why you exist. I try to put thoughts like these into my poems. And a warning my poems don't rhyme. And contain simple words but w...
