Hold onto People they're Slipping Away

First love,
but not my first.
Last love,
but not my last.
First kiss,
but not my first.
Last kiss,
but not my last.

i wrote you a love song
you don't know it.
neither do the birds.
nor the bees.
nor the ABCs.
just a tousled curl
and a wicked smile
she, that beautiful creature.

Reminiscence Knows
Luminiscence Glows
EffervescenceBlows
Essence Grows
Over all, beauty shows.

Red, Orange, Yellow, Green,and Blue
Purple fills the void, so would you
However, I find,
You're not the right Hue

Rinse the bleeding colors
fall onto the page
not a cheese or wine
with age
not a sponge, but
splatter paint with rage

Not a hazy shade of winter
or a Moulin Rouge
or even a Crimson Clover
A splinter in a finger
lost street luge
flipped land rover
Adrenaline
Where to begin?

A love song, with a beautiful hue; not the first or last
with the help of you.









Pure gibberish.