Purple
The way you touched my skin made me tremble.
Your cold fingers swiftly carresing my cheek.
The way your hands grabbed me from behind
I never thought one look would keep me silent
I remember how piercing your eyes got as I moved through the floor
Never have I thougt one person could change me like youve did
I now plead death for a bittersweet kiss
To depart and never to live like this
I remember the night we met
You told me my body was a canvas
One that you'd fill with bright colours
To only learn you meant only purple and black
Sometimes even a strand of red
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