maybe it's because I'm cold or just because you're cold hearted.
maybe it's because the memories of your lips leave mine parted.
maybe it's because the words you never told me are still a wish that is longing to come true.
or maybe it's just the color of my mood, oh deep deep blue.
maybe because all of the things I once leant upon were temporary, I wanted to cherish every last hazy moment.
maybe because even while it was fake offer, I was sold on you and the price I paid for it.
I'll leave you slow dancing where I first approached you...in your bright, blazing room.

-Julia Aubrey Rhodes-