Staring at your name is
Green at the end of a dock on the other side of a bay.
Nights in the kitchen are
Yellow like a monster's skin.
My lipstick stain on your cheek is as
Red as a letter on my shirt.
Fighting with you is
Black like thick blood, clotting on a London street.
Your eyes match my eyes;
Blue as an evening party.
Our love was as violent as
Violet, tying her hair up with a thought.
And shame was
Grey, like Oliver's porridge.
Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 4:37 PM UTC
Staring at your name is
Green at the end of a dock on the other side of a bay.
Nights in the kitchen are
Yellow like a monster's skin.
My lipstick stain on your cheek is as
Red as a letter on my shirt.
Fighting with you is
Black like thick blood, clotting on a London street.
Your eyes match my eyes;
Blue as an evening party.
Our love was as violent as
Violet, tying her hair up with a thought.
And shame was
Grey, like Oliver's porridge.
(Loving him was red. ~ Taylor Swift)
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