tossing the mop of brown dye
your sting of green burning and shining red kisses
and beautiful things grew from every step we took the leaves dulled and a red hue took them
spinning towards the ground where they slept
and our feet stepped crunching on our worries all there was were the red kisses and green stinging
sunlight fading as your dye my fingers run through
my head spinning like the colorless leaves but my senses are awake
they say i love this place and
the way you look right now.