And so I'm reminded, of blue and of silver
One year has gone by and I'm still yet to deliver.
Lovers may leave, and I'll never forget.
**** blue and silver, I have not one regret.
Blue and silver, blue and silver.
Dancing and spinning: Adorning the gift he delivers.
Blue and silver, silver and white.
A gift never given: Lovers only fight.
Stylistically I'm jaded.
Minimalism has me trading:
My loud for my quiet.
My big for my small.
My tall for my short.
My yellow for my blue.
My lie for my true.
Body (and what a body)
We can't have colour on our profiles.
We can't have colour on our streets.
We can't have colour on our bodies.
We can't have *colour?
Bone, exposing chromosomes while you're all alone getting dome.