You hit me right through the brains with your sleepy wits.
You are funny without even trying.
For a score, you've hold on to memories that crept unto your hair.
After two scores, you've finally brushed them off.
You are a merciless creator,
An unforgiving master of your craft.
But you never forget even the tiniest details of your offspring.
You know them even when they wear a different pair of shoes
Or don a violet-colored hat.
At times, I'm flattered when you answer me in your sleep.
It surprises me how you can even respond.
Muses only live in our heads.
It would be rare for a muse to speak in words.
Your colors leave my world tinted.
Your impact is immortal.
When you reach out in less than a minute,
I die for a second.
Your hands are the only ones that can create order
In my circle of chaos.
I need to see you again.
Whisper your affirmation to my ears
As if we're conniving a grand scheme.
We'll be the Bonnie and Clyde of our age;
But this time, we will live.
When you move, the colors also move.
When you walk, I'll tread the path with you.
There is forlorn beauty in your eyes.
Be alive in my world and don't blur me out.
The smoke gets higher.
You got me.
I dig you.
