You woke me up
from a peaceful sleep
to watch the sunset
along the hills

It's purple shy
and somehow
a genuine blue;
the way I felt
was honest pink,
you held my hand
a warm orange chill.

And so we painted sky
in hopes of love,
which by and by
got swallowed
by all selfish clouds

I was too late to realize...

and for the very last time

I whispered love
along with goodbyes.