Outside the Lines
You instructed me to analyze every inch of your soul, to reveal the person you’ve been hiding away from the rest of the world but my eyes were weary and you were never a novel nor a novella, you, every inch of your beauty, are a piece of art and reds will always be red, and green will always be green, but you’re not the person to be coloring within the lines. You break boundaries with every step, unbound by the chains desperately lingering on you, placed by society and you ignore every rule, you’re a rebel hue that I can’t quite describe. So I’m going to attempt an analyzation, because your warmth is of crimson red but the beauty of cerulean, the grace of viridian and the royal aura of indigo. You have the fierceness of black, with the power you hold over my heart and soul and the kindness of white that can never be erased. Every mark you made on me will be eternal. Your permanence is unmatched and even if I could just wash you away like a masterpiece finalized on disposable canvas, I want this feeling to linger until the end of days. I will color outside the lines, because rules were never meant to be followed.












