Colours


This purple necklace that I wear
brands me as yours, and yours alone.
Never mind that I hide it beneath my collar.

Blue bracelets that are more like handcuffs,
binding me to you forever.
They are concealed with sleeves, as no one else would understand.

As you paint me every shade of red and brown,
it becomes apparent to me
that I was born to be your canvas.

Your fingerprints on my rib-cage
are the boundary for my heart,
telling it never to stray too far from you.

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