Losing Colour
Pink spreads and swells,
turns black
the ink you imprinted on paper.
The writing will annoy you
remind you.
So you’ll erase it, or at least
try to.
But gods of colour are capricious,
it’ll move, but refuse to go.
You can be stubborn too.
Neither will lose
until I do.
Copyright © Nikita Singal | Year Posted 2015
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