How ironic is it,
That a boy with colorless vision
sucked the pigment from my eyes
You were jealous of my eyes
For they could see in every color
So you had a motive
To drain my soul of light
And show me your grey world.
Remember when
We were hanging from the trees
Trees full of color
From mine eyes
Your arms around my body
For the first time
Fireworks
And I made your heart stop
I miss feeling your heart
Skip a beat
And I miss
Feeling your passion
Hanging with me from the trees
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