Queen of my mind,
A high-walled castle,
Keep my emotions inside.
There's a forest beneath me,
Physicality makes the branches,
Our souls make the leaves.
They knock down these trees,
Turn our lush rainforests,
Into deserts of conformity.
Our crushed dreams are sand,
Thousands of grains,
Together we band.
It's late in the city,
But nobody can sleep,
Found something pretty.
Monochrome is ugly,
But paint will wash away,
And no longer be lovely.
