Waiting for your colours,
I stood dressed in white.
You came with vibrant hands,
pink resting softly on my cheeks,
yellow tangled in my hair.
You made my white dress slowly turn red,
our giggles echoing in the air.
I coloured you with green,
hoping we both would bloom like flowers.
But then you poured the deepest blue upon my face,
a shade so heavy
it silenced every other colour.
Your blue stained my white dress,
and when I tried to rub your colours away,
only red remained on my cheeks..,
not your love,
but the scars of your betrayal.
Mar 5
Mar 5, 2026 at 1:06 PM UTC
Waiting for your colours,
I stood dressed in white.
You came with vibrant hands,
pink resting softly on my cheeks,
yellow tangled in my hair.
You made my white dress slowly turn red,
our giggles echoing in the air.
I coloured you with green,
hoping we both would bloom like flowers.
But then you poured the deepest blue upon my face,
a shade so heavy
it silenced every other colour.
Your blue stained my white dress,
and when I tried to rub your colours away,
only red remained on my cheeks..,
not your love,
but the scars of your betrayal.
Happy Holi😁
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