7/28
When I think of love,
I think of blue,
and I don't know what that means.
When I dream,
it's black and white,
but nothing is simple,
appreciate the irony.
In my waking world,
I'm in shades of gray,
don't want to offend,
don't want to pretend,
it's all a painting,
it is me.
Copyright S.L.C.
Oct 1, 2012
Oct 1, 2012 at 9:06 PM UTC
7/28
When I think of love,
I think of blue,
and I don't know what that means.
When I dream,
it's black and white,
but nothing is simple,
appreciate the irony.
In my waking world,
I'm in shades of gray,
don't want to offend,
don't want to pretend,
it's all a painting,
it is me.
Copyright S.L.C.
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