I see blossoms sleeping everywhere,
Watching them out the window on my chair.

My Saturday morning always starts boring,
Suddenly I smell someone cooking.

Someone knocked on the door,
It’s my sister and told me she was poor.

Wanting my pocket money,
While asking for honey.

This is so boring,
I need to go dancing.

when i was with you , my world was filled with colors i’d never seen before
the warmest browns, the deepest purples, the most intense gray of your eyes
the cherry blossoms on the trees drifted onto the earth
producing a sharp contrast ; a beautiful blossom against plain dirt
something like me and you, i’d wager
not only did you bring color to my world through my eyes, i realized something
your music was the first to bring color to my hearing as well
playful, pleasant yellows transitioning to sorrowful , lonely blues
all balanced with the ruby red harmony of love.
what an alluring lie you were.