you made me feel
Alive
And cared for.

Then when you left.
I forgot.
The feeling of warmth.

But soon you returned
And with the touch of a hand
Caressed my hair.

Thankyou.
For coming back.

Seeing Purple

There’s so much more to all of this, me
But I just can’t tell you.
I lead a double life you see
I’m like the colour purple, both red and blue.

I appear to be more one colour than the other
But you can’t tell of which I have more
Its more complicated you see.
I mix my own colours, swirl then into a blur.

I could never be either red or blue
But people don’t really think about it
They just look at the purple you see.
I would feel strange with only the one.

There are people who are just one colour
But sometimes red moves to the blue’s paint shelf.
They think they’ll have a better life you see.
And over time some become mixed.

They are still red and blue
But people only see the resulting purple.
They don’t fully understand each other you see.
Find it hard to comprehend how they could be both.

So they just see purple.
They just accept that you somehow work.
Few people see the cogs and the wheels you see,
Mixing the paint into that secondary colour.