Once upon a time, there was girl born with a glowing heart. Everyone could see it tucked behind her rib cage, pulsing like a pink lighthouse. She didn't need a night-light, because her heart glowed ... [+]
I am in love with yellow
bright sunshine that beams on my face
I am a mere speck of dust
in its long and glorious life
I am in love with red
the blisters remind me of my sun
my arms turn red and blister from the sun
but I still love the strangeness of its rays
I am in love with blue
the passing of my beautiful sun
dying and gasping as it passes below the horizon
the red disappears and I am healed
bright sunshine that beams on my face
I am a mere speck of dust
in its long and glorious life
I am in love with red
the blisters remind me of my sun
my arms turn red and blister from the sun
but I still love the strangeness of its rays
I am in love with blue
the passing of my beautiful sun
dying and gasping as it passes below the horizon
the red disappears and I am healed