Of shaded suns
To canvas our love
Because the magazines tell us it is our only light.
This sickness in my bones
Is you telling me
You whisper our love
So you may be free.
I portrait your love
In written verse
I believe in our love
Because the movies say it is my life support.
This sickness in my bones
Is me hearing you
Whisper our love
So I may be free.
Our memories framed
In gold shell design
To speak of our love
Because the supermodels know you as my ocean.
This sickness in my bones
Is me, as your karma
Whispers our love
So I may be free.
