I love you more than me
it's what scares me most
my chameleon heart
I become what I cling to.
And so my colour-blind soul
passing through shades
when picking you flowers
what do I have of my very own to give you?
You made me out of blue
You felted my heart of this red
You turned my hands to gold.
I am already you
I have nothing of my very own.
My darling, what could I give you now?
Apr 8, 2013
Apr 8, 2013 at 7:41 PM UTC
I love you more than me
it's what scares me most
my chameleon heart
I become what I cling to.
And so my colour-blind soul
passing through shades
when picking you flowers
what do I have of my very own to give you?
You made me out of blue
You felted my heart of this red
You turned my hands to gold.
I am already you
I have nothing of my very own.
My darling, what could I give you now?
