You are like the colour green to me loud and fake but despite it you are someone's else's favrioute colour .
How do I tell them that you are like a rainfall, a rainfall that pours just before a storm .The kind of cold breeze that feel good once and then you seep through and finds the lungs first.
You are like a sleep that sick people take. You dont take lives,you ruin it. But I still, i still remember the day when I thought green was good, green and I would look good together.
I thought green liked me too. Rainfall only made me love green more and more .I would let the cold breeze knock me out , head first without any doubt.
I would always sleep ,always just so I can dream about you , through the shambles of my ruins sometimes I wonder how could I forget it was all along the colour of your nature too,
isnt it suppose to be wild and unforgiving and always end what it started .