It is the colour of love,
The reason why the raven was exchanged for a dove;It is the colour of my favourite wine,
After drinking which I feel like I'm on cloud nine;It is the colour of blood,
Which suicides and murders flood;It is the colour Taylor Swift has sung a song about,
It is the colour everyone loves without a doubt;It is the emoticon that makes butterflies splatter,
The one that leaves the broken pieces scattered;It is the rose that the beast gave to his beauty,
The warning you get for leaving unperformed a duty;It is the colour of your eyes after you've wept out the grief,
The colour of a mosquito bite for a time period brief;It is the scent of my favourite perfume,
The colour of the flowers which bloom;It is the taste of your lips on a misty Friday night,
The ink we seldom use to write;It is the colour of the watch you gifted me,
The colour of your favourite cherries on the tree;It is the scar of a knife cut that shall dry,
Unlike the scar left by a white lie;It is the colour of the cape the superman wears,
The colour of Captain America's flair;It is the colour of my bed sheet on our first night,
The colour we wore on our first flight;It is the colour of the tie which I tied drawing close to your chest,
The colour of the ruling flag in the west;It is the colour of the curtains in my drawing room,
The seldom occurring blood moon;It is the colour of heartbreak,
Which you often experience in teenage;It is the colour of the hues as the sun goes to bed,
It is the colour red.
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The Diary Of A Broken Heart
General FictionThe Diary of a Broken Heart is written because we all have felt the pain of heart break once, and many of us can relate. Read through, to heal yourself.