Rosado

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[Intro]
Yeah…

Such a beautiful color. Haha…

*whispers beginning of first verse*

[Verse 1]
Let me show what life appears like, when I appear in the light, ‘cause life is kinda light. Haha…
A bright shade to accentuate a nice day.
Positivity is thee only right way.
Like haze on an, “I need to get high” day;
Or like days driving by on the highway;
You get tired of the stillness.
But you’re wired from how ill it is, to see your vision drift.

Pink velvet waters is what I bathe in…
Day out, day in until the day’s end.
My days end, when I play in pink sheets.
With the pink woman who needs me. Breathe deep.
Let the pink air around you, surround you, and take you to the place where you found you.

Birth.

Every second you live.
Every second you breathe, is every second you give.

[Chorus]
Take a look in my eyes, and see what I see…
Take a look inside, and believe what I believe…

So pink is the color of life…
Live forever…
Live forever…
Live forever…

[Verse 2]
5 A.M. on the terrace; Admiring the sky.
The pink sky admiring this guy.
Why? The morning sky reflects me.
Why am I so fly it’s unreal. Why am I alive?
To show you pastels is the math, well…
Added up colors. Mixed in with lovers.
Most colors… Only cover moods.
But the color pink covers you… True.

Pink gets on your nerves, it’s under your skin.
Rub your arms in winter, and it’s summer again.
Birds hum in the wind. Heard someone pretend.
Hence, the seasons. Disbelief is factored in,
After sin, there’s forgiveness.
Feel free to act again.
A mere apology and respect.
As soon as Mr. Pinky accepts.
… Heh. Yes…

[Chorus]

[Aja-Monet Poem]

The sun bent its head
on my skin
this morning.
I could hear the bones of butterflies creaking in the breeze,
the breath of birds heaving into the heart of my ear.
my eyes whistled open.
the air still smelling of lavender smoke and wet leaves.

I turn to you
staring the lids
of your jarred pupils.

Your face is a naked desert
at dawn,
an ancient heaven
at horizon.
Your mouth slightly caved open
like an owling cow.

I smile,
blooming.

Because somewhere before,
i remember this,
this silence.

You sound of a starving angel
when you sleep.
You snore like a wailing forest,
my love.

I think of you
like a waking dream,
of your spine’s grip melted in the sand dunes of my palm.
Last night
your hands
sprinkled across my flesh like rainstorms.

And i can feel the sun this morning.
He is strong and gleaming.

Your eyelashes splinter
from the blow of my lips

rise and shine.


(Thank you to connerharrington.blogspot.com for the poem transcript!)