our love.

Even with the

Even with the spine ripped butterflies

Even with the spine ripped butterflies on my tortured wrist

Even with the spine ripped butterflies on my tortured wrist I still crave a kiss

Even with the spine ripped butterflies on my tortured wrist I still crave a kiss from your unwanted heart.

as our eyes pass from lips to hips

as our eyes pass from lips to hips on every rainfull night

as our eyes pass from lips to hips on every rainfull night we remain isolated,

and we are rainbows,

and we are rainbows, the serene gown of music,

and we are rainbows, the serene gown of music, in the garden of roses

and we are rainbows, the serene gown of music, in the garden of roses made of mist

and blood lies on the shore,

and blood lies on the shore, of the ocean

and blood lies on the shore, of the ocean in our own transcending ballets

butterscotch kisses

butterscotch kisses and cloud theaters

butterscotch kisses and cloud theaters award winning sun

butterscotch kisses and cloud theaters award winning sun within my heart,

blooming

imagining

and spinning

into a sunflower on azure

do you still want my touch

do you still want my touch like seeds on an earthen heart

do you still want my touch like seeds on an earthen heart and on our pale hands

and till the sleeves unfold

and till the sleeves unfold into the memories dazzling old

and till the sleeves unfold into the memories dazzling old the shades of blue will realize

and till the sleeves unfold into the memories dazzling old the shades of blue will realize that our love was fake

and till the sleeves unfold into the memories dazzling old the shades of blue will realize that our love was fake till the rhymes were sold

Sithu,...