(Untiled)
To the boy I said Olive Juice, your a light color in a bold world. For the sky is stained alive, like tye-dyed shirts at a sixties revival night. And what a beauty it would be to bring to yourself- alittle color.
To the seasons I can't adhere, to his needs- what ca he do?You cant get a tan line if you cant get a tan. And he cant get a tan, not even a burn. And what a beauty it would be to see him with alittle color.
So the wind weaves through the leaves of the weeping willow trees and sings like skinny strings from mandolins but he says sounds like these are only whims. Although I feel-what a beauty it would be to hear what you can dream.
To the boy I could say all I lost was you when I never said I love you. But it would only linger on your eardrum. Maybe it would have an effect. For what a beauty it would be to see you just mouth the words Olive Juice.
To the girl I am- where do you see him? Well, I see him in everything. And what is everything? Well, everything is him. So you dont see anything? No, I see everything- but what a beauty it would be to be abe to see something. What a beauty it would be to see alittle color.
~Copyright 2001~
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