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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