Deep blue all those colours that drive an artist crazy

The crowd sometimes moulds into one big scene

Everybody is talking about the same thing and I'm just watching it all happen

They lose their poetic colours and turn into one big mesh

Right now I don't wanna be alone but if it lets her breath when I'm thinking than, let me think for a while longer...

Japanese flowers aren't his muse but, he started painting them when he found out I like them

Every shade of hate he splashed was just a canvas that you actually had to step back to see the full blown love

As the water paint grows down, you see all the tears his cried for me in secret

I cry too but, I substitute my tears with alphabets

Every letter I write, is sometimes just me crying