Ok ok I’m going to try:
As a child it was the colour you thought of as your first bike, it was the colour of cherry lollipops and your rain boots, it was innocence, but when you saw him the colour changed.
It’s the colour of your pounding heart, the flush in your face, the blush on his when he laughs too hard. It’s the colour of the hoodie he let’s you borrow because he can’t see you cold, it’s the colour your heart pours out at night when you think if him.
It’s the colour of the feeling when your fingers touch, the roses he hands you, the the wine he brought. It’s the colour you see when you fight over nothing, the colour that you see boils under the surface when your ex compliments you on how good you look.
It’s the colour of the warning signs you ignore because all you want is the colour of the feeling in your heart. It’s the colour of the pain pouring out like all the others feelings did before when he leaves.
It’s the colour that fades but never goes completely, because it’s the colour of a passion you’ll find in something new.
Well damn. That’s some good writing.
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