Winter morning sunshine
I feel like rubbing my feet
Her voice is rather sweet
But her lips stink of brine

Blood on my lips
Hers rather dry
Winter morning sunshine
Now mine smell like brine

Not the sorrow of regret
Nor the V of indignation
I just feel like winter morning sunshine

blue in purple is the sadness of hurt
the bruises on our soul we can not avert
red in purple is the beauty of hearts
the love it takes to tear it apart
purple resided in us all
the walls we built swallowed us whole
loneliness became an old friend to embrace
the love we were given to spread was erased

the blank canvas of your heart was rainbow
blinded by your wounds, black is all you know
you were rainbow and I was blue
bled into every shade of you
seven colors, I ruined them all
you were perfectly fine behind your high walls
I had to go and climb to the top
reach for you, and now I can't stop

I just wanted to hold your hands and sink in your kiss
but your heart keeps me out when you reminisce
deeper into the grave we go as the day passes by
the past only stops bothering you when you're ready to say goodbye
"Your rock-bottom is when you decide to stop digging."
a life without your heartbeat is barely living
you keep showing me a life without you by my side
tell me you hate me, don't keep saying your hands are tied

sailors don't complain when seas are raging with storms
you got to love roses with their thorns
I'd tell you I love you if I knew you'd say it back
but I know that my world would turn back to black
so I'll keep being every shade of blue in your sky
every circle that the world makes, I'll be passing by
just open your eyes to see all the hues
live happily, I'll be your blue's

when I look at you, I know I'll never be yours
we're happy not together, so I have no remorse
a piece of my heart will always beat for your smile
everything hurts, but you make it worthwhile
loving me has always been hard, you're not to blame
there's no need to dwell in past, look at future's frame
fates failed me yet again, our stars didn't align
but to see you beam, that's my eternal sunshine.

Light has a language
Share the wealth...
Worth is ours, for a quaint rage
Stick out your tongue, we sake health

Waged wars, stirring a shadow
Mete and future heat
Had for arbitrary whence, when owed
Is a clash with empathy, embarrassed to seat...?

An angel at the table of anarchy
Sweet fares, sweeter charity
Marvel with mine, a dead flower is happy
Tell tale harmony, of vivid disparity...

Ought the spare, the special
Lips of virtue, we will know
Water over the bridge, and a succinct smell
Of death playing, at an imagined blow...?

Of a friend, within an eyes shadow
See me, the ironic role of breath
With a moment to decide, a gladdened more
That has bespoken the world, in a day love has let...

She was like the sun,
Or so I thought.

As I set my eyes awide,
She was more than what met the eye.

A bed of moss with dewdrops and white flowers,
Underneath a gentle spring morning, she sat.

Troubled wind gushing over autumn leaves,
She dances wildly over a carpet of hues.

Silent rain with sorrow pours unbidden,
She finds her shelter on boughs awaiting a gentle pause.

Of all the facades she may hold,
I see her a little, through the cracks of the mask.

For the first time ever,
Seeing this girl of yellow hue,

She was like the sun,
As my soul had seen her all along.

She attracted, tolerated,
illuminated and controlled everything around her,
And I was happy to be at her mercy