She speaks light.
I am sure that everything I ever did was for her.
That woman burns incredible colors in my head.
My starchily personality is making me squirm from the cold of my own shadow.
And great shifting continents of everything I’ve been taught are slowly dissolving.
She blotted out all of that with one simple kiss…
That great demon of my life doesn’t have a hope of halting me for a moment longer.
Voice thump inside my head, but she smiles… How can I ignore that?
Enveloped in her lavender-scented nature I’m giving up all of the control.
People ask me why I do it, and then ask themselves why I do not respect them.
They watch me every day, but they do not see me at all.
She knows I have an eye inside my head that sometimes can see too far.
C’mon you unbeknowingly painter. Pour some more dreams onto my canvas.
Talk some more light into me… I’ll always be ready…
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