Violent streaks of orange & pink soak the cream coloured clouds, drowsy in the sky and moving slowly.
They engulf the distant buildings, across the city, above the radio towers.
Reflections from the glass wall paint your face with sweet colors, and fill your eyes with wildflower blooms.
Bright red lipstick kiss, and strawberry tinged veins. Shivering and alive.
But everything is cold now,
The lines on my palms have gone bad.
Like dark, rushing rivers that will lead nowhere
I always dreamt we would live together, In a house surrounded by nature,
Where the sun shines quietly, and paints wildflowers upon the walls.
