Red, green, blue, yellow
Colors are so clear
Drop by drop they drop
It stains my memory
While my heart gently bleeds
Come what come may
I am by your side
Don't let me go away
It stains my memory
While my heart gently bleeds
A few shades of grey
Is all they can produce
The essence still remains
It stains my memory
While my heart gently bleeds
Vermilion, Turquoise, Ocre, magenta
has it become; though
retains its beauty
It stains my memory
While my heart gently bleeds
Hazy, dazed and confused
Lost, thrashed and strungout
is it real or just vision impaired
It stains my memory
Still my heart gently bleeds
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
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