I added colours to the sky,
For a person I once knew.
'bout a figure I once loved and begged to kill,
I called that blue.
You hated it, I hated you.
You hated me, I needed blue.
So you bolted like night,
Hiding yourself and truth.
Chasing what was once mine,
Running away you
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like a river,
Flaws in your melody,
Cursed then a prayer,
Begged through the agony.
And I'll say "isn't it strange?
I could write it in a poem.
If the preacher proves me wrong,
If my skin is made of bones".
There was an irony in hating the sacred.
A betrayal you planned.
Promising you'd be sane,
Poisoning your promise.
How you'ld go for a kiss,
then condemn what's unseen.
Making your world my lips,
until they start to speak.
