Let me change the colours to your tune,
i’m blue but who knew - colourblind kind.
Your kindness hides the shades of gray,
no-one knows who you are in your film noir phase.

I don’t mind if your mind changes in a different way to cope with the day, who i am to say whats wrong when you follow the moon to the stars to find who you are.

but tell me the truth tomorrow,
our time is borrowed from a universal feeling that keeps chipping away until theres nothing else to say!

That **** Philosophy;

It’s taken away minds like mine before.

Yours is yours and that is fine, but i’m inclined to believe in the things I see in my dreams, defining my days meaning and the ghosts of the past, forgotten memories and moments we can never look past.

Take me back to the time we made love in the trust of foreign objects and the affectionate conquests,
I can’t test myself within the confinements of invisible lines.

Take a step back to look past the facts and believe in the fairy tale you told me so very well -
it only came true when you kissed me without the contract that came with it.

I maintain my integrity but theres nothing left of me but my reflections familiar.

Who am i? To hide my racing heart in sombre tones,
umbrellas shade my fleeting mind and bruised brain, time and time again and forevermore, I hope.

Can you cope with capital, pretty - that city steals your identity if you can’t breathe without resuscitation.

but the thought of the situation makes my heart beat; discreetly.

Skipping as we count down the days.