And you ask me to color my tears...blue for the sad ones...red for happy...
and life is so simple for you. My tears... the color of mud through your eyes...
how quaint...how easy for you...if only I could part the waves as easily as you dissect my heart.
But for me truth and fantasy...hand in hand. Healing thoughts and the purity of the pain imbibed, arm in arm.
The joy I feel...companioned by the betrayal I tempt...
The love I have come to know...tempered by the fear of ruination lurking on horizon.