February said goodbye beside skies painted with rain
Could've sworn it was winter the last time I ever wrote.
They tell me I've got so little time left (but is that true?)
Quite the contrary, two minutes were enough
To fall in love with you.

I learnt to kill a spark before it rose,
To dye the oceans with all your hope.
Something's new (I forgot how to write like before)
Loving people was beautiful,
Now it feels like a laundry chore.

Darling, everyone that I learn to love decides to leave me,
Should I remain a lover girl, or learn to love silently?

Beautiful sunsets every year,
And nothing's the same without you all here.

1 porcelain ceramic that's left to buy,
2 violins that play all day.
3 carousel tents that start to fly,
4 merry go round horses away.

5 cotton candy sticks,
6 more left in the machine.
7 churros and magician tricks
8 secrets for the in-between.

9 more times we went there again,
10 rabbits and then another,
11 of us that were left in pain (when)
12 struck, and we couldn't go further.

13 lores in the fortune teller tent,
14 acrobats in a single compartment,
15 cents borrowed and spent (to make)
16 year old hearts left in concealment

Take me with you, hand in hand.
Please, take me back to that wonderland.

Ruby petals and songs of love,
Glass butterflies and wings of dove,
Saccharine angels and a springtime night,
I close my eyes and you are my light.

I gargle a dash of hyacinths and daisies,
As they blow across the scintillating breeze,
Rusted in monotonous untold death,
We pressed kisses to our breath.

Subtle vines on tender lips,
Lemon tea roasting fingertips.
And a splash of honey all the same,
Lavenders and an end to the game.

Morning glories under a canvas of star,
Shaded by a scarlet willow char,
Bring a sense of euphoria within,
A smile that’s true and a heart of tin.

Primrose perfume with tiny freckles,
Fluorescence in colored speckles,
A queen of wisteria and her daughter,
Lay beyond a rinse of rose water.

Starlight drunk the rainfall,
Because rain refused to shawl,
Upon my heartbeats in the blizzard,
Left me lying when injured.

Viridescent blades in sight,
Brooklets simmering within light,
Petrichor consuming me,
Irenic Somnolence in destiny.

Chatoyancy bleeding off the green,
Epiphany yet to be seen,
Because everytime the drops came down,
I remember you etched in incandescent brown.

Ineffable sentiment to write out,
Cloudbursts overhead went blue-spout,
Because I take another monsoon to write,
Of all your memories that night.

Labyrinth of nefarious midsummer,
Mother Luna left alone to stun her,
Because I taint a silhouette in your iris,
Starbright, lilac, surreptitious, desirous.

Velvet syllables you crafted in our meadow,
Infatuation outside the window,
Because like grass on a rainy day,
I remember the scent of you fading away.