She dreams in color.
She dreams in red?
The only dreams I seem to have
are ones where I have cried and bled

But those dreams are not dreams at all
It seems
They are the very air I breathe
The very life I live
in the messy words I scrawl

My dreams are the fulfilled
I dream in red
I dream in blue
Yellow
Peach
Pink
Green

I dream in new

And those dreams where warmth is internal
Where the sun shines in every crevice
Where smiles exist and
Where I am no loner nocturnal

Those are the dreams
Ah yes
those are the ones