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If love could be heard in colour
If love could be heard in colour
I would sing your name in gold
whisper sweet nothings of rose
cry for you in deepest blue
and call for you
in shades of longing
I would moan
in blushes of red
from where I lay tangled
in white cotton sheets
wishing upon a yellow moon
for love to return to me true
but at night when all is dark
black tar spreads over my heart
your betrayal reeks of a different shade
as her purple lipstick
reluctantly fades
the orange sun of morning
brings you home to me again
where a bed for you
has already been laid
upon an army of nails
dark and grey
and this
shall be your final resting place
your dark grave.
I would sing your name in gold
whisper sweet nothings of rose
cry for you in deepest blue
and call for you
in shades of longing
I would moan
in blushes of red
from where I lay tangled
in white cotton sheets
wishing upon a yellow moon
for love to return to me true
but at night when all is dark
black tar spreads over my heart
your betrayal reeks of a different shade
as her purple lipstick
reluctantly fades
the orange sun of morning
brings you home to me again
where a bed for you
has already been laid
upon an army of nails
dark and grey
and this
shall be your final resting place
your dark grave.
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