Its the color of the mood I feel when I wake up next to you,
its murky water, not yet settled as I trample across the river looking for pretty stones
It's the color of your hair when its wet, and you hold me for warmth
that mongrel color of a thousand beautiful colors mixed together when a child plays with water paints.
It's modest, yet beautiful, its wildly serene. It feels like nature
It's the color of your eyes,
and it's a color that makes me want to kiss you until our eyes no longer see anything.
Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 4:00 AM UTC
Its the color of the mood I feel when I wake up next to you,
its murky water, not yet settled as I trample across the river looking for pretty stones
It's the color of your hair when its wet, and you hold me for warmth
that mongrel color of a thousand beautiful colors mixed together when a child plays with water paints.
It's modest, yet beautiful, its wildly serene. It feels like nature
It's the color of your eyes,
and it's a color that makes me want to kiss you until our eyes no longer see anything.
mi manchi tanto amore mio.
