Imaginations and creation are a trait of mine it seems
I wonder of all the moments I could create
When in reality I would choose to recreate
I'd choose the moment
Where the sun was set real low
Orange and red with scattered pinks
And emerald gems stared right through me
Speckled hazel from a sunset coast
***** blonde hair and sun kissed skin
Calf deep in the deep blue
You tasted of apples
Sour and sweet
Couldn't resist and the second time around
Was a little hint of caramel