Pallete

Being so love-struck, I walked with you
Into our new home

Days and years went by so fast
But why do I feel so alone?

First came the ridicule
In front of your friends

Then came a game
I never wanted to play

A game of colors
To my dismay

One day I was purple
Another I was blue

My friends always wondered
Why I had these hues

I stood in the bathroom
And thought to myself

"Was this really love?"
So I grabbed my phone on the shelf

In my confusion
I reached out for help

She looked at me
Like I was something fragile

And softly whispered,
"Love is not hurtful,
Now this problem is substantial

You need to part with you partner
As soon as you can"

With fear rushing through me,
I went back to you

And I told you
That we were through

You begged me
Saying you did no wrong

With tears, I apologized
And ran along

Now I know
What love truly is

Love is caring
And respecting each other

Sticking together
Through thick and thin

Holding someone dear
Not leaving a color pallete on the skin

This poem is about: 
Our world

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