the skies wore a purple hue
hatching memories along the way
back I traverse to lonesome times
the days of me and you.
it was a painting
our love
with the boldest strokes
and bewitched contours.
Without a mercy
heedless of prayer
the beauty of cold dark love
the pleasure of sin
On a tranquil lake
we sat deported
our bare feet dangling
over a road unknown.
There! in the waters
interspersing the ripples
a silhouette formed
But still, it wasn't you
