A Mid-Day Crisis

by A.

I think of you in a depth of blue
Surrounded by an ocean and a fresh bouquet
To me,
You’re bulletproof
A new feeling greets me every time you cross my mind
I crossed my heart
I hope to die

I think of you in a shade of red
Honest to god I wish you had thought it through
To me,
You’re a vampire
A visit in the dark of night what’s mine is gone by daylight
I hear the bells ringing
I stay sleeping

I think of them in a sort of green
I have a pistol but there’s no lead
To me,
They’re foreigners
A new sensation courses through, I was given the electric chair but so were you
I was nimble
I wasn't quick

I think of me as a blob of gray
Proud owner of borrowed time and a borrowed scene
To me,
I’m an outlaw
A day passes, racing a restless night; amidst the madness, I fall
I left alone
I still ramble