I wish I could have seen through your torn, jagged, dusty sunset dress,
as you danced around me,
weaving sunshine yellow lace through my head.
(you made it look so easy
and I wanted to do the same to you)
and you pounced on me,
telling me that roses and sunflowers didn't belong together,
and then you left me lieing in a pool of yellow thread,
(you made it look like sunshine)
and I wondered if I used the wrong colour,
but that's how I always saw you…
that's how you saw you…
I didn't know yellow and red didn't belong together,
sunflowers and roses…
sunshine and blood?
I always thought they went together
p e r f e c t l y
a/n- hey! I'd really like to know what you acctually think this is about. Does it even make sense? It does have a real meaning, anyway, thankyou!