Gold was the heart that made me warm,
Warm was your blanket that I chose, but wrong.
Green was your shade, that made me blue
Soft was the touch, your love was true.
My honourable orange, plunging a little needle in your
heart
My home in your arms in which I stayed for years, yet
apart.
Unafraid of your elders, you accepted my colour
Cold were the eyes that cursed us, lovers.
Your arms both built and broke me
The night you embraced my lips,
Was the day you set me free.
Older eyes dried away, our worlds fell apart,
Between the devil and the deep blue sea.
Entangled in your love, my eyes broke a sweat
Seeing the tears in your eyes, I wiped mine first
We’ll meet each other in the next life again, you
said to me.
Saying that we set each other free
Burial was your ritual, mine by fire
How does it matter, the ghost whispered to me,
No one can harm us here.
Sweet yet dense meaning
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