Pink was the color of the lake of great
mémoire,
Lying to the west of Seoul City,
Helpless crying all day and night,
Wailing to the sea,
High tides crashing down on my infinity,
And It is just too crazy to think,
To stand in the pink waters wondering,
When will it find me,
Long days became shorter,
Headspace became longer and longer,
Black Clouds in my head and I'm thinking,
So hard that in the haze I forgot I wasn't Blinking,
But you came in and told me it's alright,
Stood by me and talked to me the whole night,
Never left, always stitched in my lullabies,
I am so happy to be drowned in this pink ocean tonight,
Help me, I'm wondering if you would know,
The answers to the questions I would throw,
Away,
Crumble the papers all night and day,
Tell me, nothing is impossible,
Help me to find something do-able,
I always escape,
I want to stay,
I want to be on top of the world,
With your hand in mine,
We would scream out loud,
Not worrying about the deranged regards of illusions of a thing called 'Time',
And we would travel the world,
Together and free,
You fade away my misery,
Isn't it wonderful to have each other,
By our side, You and Me,
And we would dance under the moonlight,
And nobody would see,
It's just you and me,
And no one in between,
And I loved you so...
Will love you forever,
So don't go,
In my sleep, I call your name,
And in my head, I am never sleeping again,
On the ground, it's 3 a.m but,
Catastrophe never strikes with an undercut,
Warning of vague post signs,
Anxiety strikes with a knife,
And I collapse on the wilted garden side,
Of the spectrum we have built to divide,
So hurry home, the time is running out,
We're all waiting so we can shout out,
Pink Waters are prickling beneath my feet,
Bloodkissed, I am waiting for you to come home to me,
Come home and we'd be the happiest people,
Not caring about all the others in the world,
Just us and the night,
It would be just us and the pink moonlight,
And we both know in hindsight,
We're never leaving each other's side,
And I am flying above the stars,
They smell like candies, sweet or maybe sour,
I love sitting here with you watching the Rosé-Golden Hour,
The river of light,
It flowed by our sight,
The flowers falling from within,
The great escape of the vultures and snakes,
Were caught in the mighty lake,
And the pink water shined,
Flooded the world in its pink ocean full of divine,
And the verdict came from the heart of gold,
"Their opinions would never curse your soul"
I lift up my hand and my wrist is sparkling,
Bloodkissed my wounds, brutal memories they're calling,
But I brush them off because I got you right here,
And we would go somewhere,
As you would say "Jump In The Car",
And I would smile and get in, forgetting about my illustrious scars.
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PoetryAugust is slipping through our hands like a half-sipped bottle of wine and this year for me has been the most Unhinged, deranged, yet somehow on some level chic and comforting. I found and discovered things I never thought I would and I lost some th...
