Yellow, orange, purple, red,
Your memories are a stamp of vermilion in my head.
You have a tinge of black and white,
To my blind love, you are the sight.
These roads I walk, these bridges I cross,
Are empty and full of remorse.
How do I manage? How do I run my cart?
Tell me, how do I quieten my heart?
I crave for love, I crave for you,
With you, my skies have turned to black from blue.
And all my dreams come crashing down,
One by one, my ships tend to drown.
Your effect was like a snowstorm,
You've left me as cold as ice, unable to melt, forlorn.
~*~
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