Your body is a blank canvas
That needs to be marked with my impression
To reconstruct your pure, red composition
And develop a purple as our colors clash; your red to my blue.
To encroach your sunshine with my ocean; my blue to your yellow
As we say goodbye to our colors, and say hello to this green that is mellow.
To bring my fire to your dandelion, and create a clockwork orange
I want to mark you with my dark paint, but only faintly, for I don’t want to taint thee
You brought your white to my black but strangely we did not end up grey.
We made each other brighter and this hue we shall stay.
Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 11:05 AM UTC
Your body is a blank canvas
That needs to be marked with my impression
To reconstruct your pure, red composition
And develop a purple as our colors clash; your red to my blue.
To encroach your sunshine with my ocean; my blue to your yellow
As we say goodbye to our colors, and say hello to this green that is mellow.
To bring my fire to your dandelion, and create a clockwork orange
I want to mark you with my dark paint, but only faintly, for I don’t want to taint thee
You brought your white to my black but strangely we did not end up grey.
We made each other brighter and this hue we shall stay.