There exists a world
Consisting of only colors
As magical as a dream
The grass is of electrifying emerald
The sunflowers are dripping of goldenness
It appears as pixels composed of only the brightest colors
Your hair flows of fiery oranges
Your lips are a perfect mixture
Of bold scarlet
And ****** crimson
An artist’s masterpiece
Until he smears it with his paintbrush

We fool with fire
I love how it turns to ash
It fills people with ire
I watch as they leave in a dash

A sick smile
Something beautiful missed
It is vile
We laugh as we kissed

Its been a year
Since I’ve seen your spine
But after the fourth beer
I could tell that you were mine
My dear
It was a sign
We met on the pier
Drank down the wine
Since then, its been clear
That we were on cloud nine
Bright like a chandelier
Till we lost our shine.