Fed By Your Colours

  

Walking along
but going nowhere
writing new songs
with old ideas
repaired
knowing
where I come from
with a forecast
unknown
and bare
trying to move on
from what's gone
maybe cut my hair


And then
you come to me
the sky does bend
with your romantic
bleed
you're a rainbow
that's fed
to me intravenously
profundity's the depth
of the deep seated feel
wonder is inept
when it is next
to you , surreal
we're substrates
that connect
to give the mind
the biggest meal
and on the surface
yes
you have the highest
sex appeal
a poetic temptress
who is no less
than the best deal
through all conjectures
or second guesses
you beat the test
I know you're real .




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