And the sun on her back.
With the grace of the skies.
And I said she was beautiful.
And I placed her in the sea.
So her thoughts were all ripples.
That connected her to me.
And all the boys in the world, had wished they were him.
Cause he stained her hands blue.
But to her it was sin.
And they pulled me like the wind, to confess this deadly game.
Like a budding rose of hell.
This would kill them both the same.
But it was hard for me to understand, when I looked into her eyes.
Or saw the blue of her hands.
And those marks upon her thighs.
The things he didn't notice, so obvious to me.
When she ran with her pigment.
And dove into the sea.
But the sea it didn't love her, like I could melt into.
She thought the salt would clean her wounds.
And maybe he did too.
And all my tears I've cried, could wash away her pain.
But all she could do was struggle.
To get rid of those blue stains.