when my brain is rushing ahead of my fingers and the words won't come.
they taste like butterscotch upon the mind and I could paint a song.
love isn't enough to describe how I feel, and like is even worse.
you remind me of purple and the way it smells.
of rain and how it tastes.
you are so many things that I could never describe, so I will simply paint you a song.
it's orange like the twinkle in your eye, joyful but ever so sad.
blue as the peacock before the tail has spread.
your words are golden and fall upon my ear like leaves.
if only I could find the way to paint this song.
green like the light left behind
yellow and warm.
your anger is ice and shivers me terrible, your love sweeter still.
I'll paint you a song.
in the rainbow of your eye, and the colors of your life I hope to remain.
won't you paint me a song?
· Fri Mar 07, 2014 @ 10:25am · 0 Comments