you call it the storm
your hands beating down
you call it the fury
words winning your crown
don't think your yellow mind
with red lips are warmer
than blue eyes despite your love kiss
you dwindle from hanging plants
it's so fun
have you ever gained innocence
and ran in the sun
the child within never fully grew up
that's why it's cotton candy too much
you're so sweet and so light, melt at the touch
you try to gulp it down as such
that's not your love
that's anger built up
