I was your rainbow Popsicle
Until I began this melancholy melting
My colorful teardrops raining down
Under the blistering sun of seclusion
And as they mix together
In a puddle at your feet
That red drop turns purple
That blue drop turns green
Until none is separate from another
And I am reduced to a sticky brown goop.
Yeah, it was really written in a moment of a pretty unfounded depressed feeling. I wrote it more just to write than to make anything worthwhile...but I kinda liked it in the end.
I was thinking the rain and sun lines would kinda express how much it didn't really make sense.
I think it's a bit unclear mostly just because I had no idea what was going on in the first place.
Maybe I'll work on it sometime...