Coloured memories
Coloured memories
White, as the snowflakes in my hair
Red, the colour of the candle that lights a tiny part of my face
Green, is my favourite colour, the soft grass
Yellow, like like the shine on my face on the most wonderfull moment
Pink, as my lips, where I bite on way to much
Orange, your favourite colour that I can't appreciate, but i accept it, like I accept you
Blue is the memory of that very moment where the skies changes from black to nightblue
Purple was the stone on the ring, that proved we would stay, just the way we were
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