My try at being a fancy poet?

A collection of what I believe are called bad haikus (:

My colour is blue;
Tainted purple, his presence
Our fingers entwined

To live and let live
Forfeit our pride and distaste,
A kiss in the rain

Long after full moon,
Trail wolf’s lone howl; soft imprints
Silhouette of love

Imperfection, to acquire sanity
Impossible, to abandon humanity

Not so bad for my last year mini gr 10 self… Look at me posturing about – English, a language I was illiterate in 6 years ago.