You my sun love me like you love your moon.

You give her your nights letting her see the world,
Dance amongst it- bathe in it.

Every night she ends up somewhere new,

Every few minutes new life that is born is born on this earth will see her,
Fathom and wish to taste her beauty.

You too wish you could taste her,
But you were afraid of scorching her,
Her heart.

So when it is night,
You travel for day.

You watch her from afar hiding over the top of the earth,
Watching her rise.

She is so bold and beautiful,
Absolutely beaming.

You just sit and as she slowly dances her way up into the sky,
You smile.

You gave away your night life just for her.

I could live in your veins and still find a way to miss you.

You could push me into the water,
Holding my head under- and I'd still swim back to you.

Sometimes I write in my own blood,
Some would say it's painful.

But my blood,
Is your blood.
It's us.

Your voice makes me smile,
My blood pumps.

You keep me alive,
Even when you are killing me.

Blood is red.
It's our passion.
Our war.
Our hate.
Our love.

You make me exist even when I feel like I am dying.

Flowers seem to bloom ever so beautifully,
The colour stains to them like blood.

The water that filled their stalks gave them the most power weapon to live for,
Even if it were for a week, or even a month over time.

When the time came,
Slowly and peacefully the daisies petals shrivel and lose colour.

They fall...

Because he was her water that quenched her thirst,
And her sun that helped her grow.

He represented yellow.

Yellow represented many things love, the sun, happiness, and warmth.

But to her,
He was a daisy.

I stand here in the city.
The tall buildings tower over me,
And the wind cascades around me.

The children and people wear fur coats.
I wear Gucci.
They smell like whiskey and cigarettes,
But I pay no attention.

I see the lights that the city visions,
I hear the cries that the city screams.

It was perfect.  

Because I was here amongst the skyscrapers,
And within the atmosphere of life.

In a cold Summers breeze,
With blinding lights and Autumn leaves,
Along with children's dreams- you live that yellow English life.

She was a lover of the communist region,
We spoke of wars, death and treason.

What were we on about?

Living life with people in times and places,
Forgetting all universe spaces.

"Because everyone was dying... And you were the cure of it".