you were red; [listen]

you walked into the room and everything else ceased to matter. from the start you took the lead and I followed. you were my sun and I was your moon, your reflection, worthless without your light.

you liked me because I was blue; [listen]

you were red and I was blue. maybe thats why you liked me– I wasn’t you. I was something you’d never seen before. your fire and rage met my wind and calm.

you touched me and suddenly I was a lilac sky; [listen]

you became a part of me. you were the artist and I was your canvas, the clay for a sculptor. every touch of yours set me on fire, it changed me; moulded me into someone else.

but you decided purple wasn’t for you; [listen]

suddenly I was a lilac sky, but you didn’t seem to want that. maybe I’d become too much like you, I didn’t intrigue you anymore. did you become tired of my blue? or rather, did you miss it? maybe I’d changed too much. 

(insp)