Oh yellow child basking in my winter warmth I spare you my coarse unhappiness I'm all smiles, all laughter, all joy Never meaning anything beyond the passage of time Take my hand, we shall walk for now The afternoon is dying around us My yellow child of joy I steal your kisses and save them in envelopes My bookshelf smells of golden love now Every other novel inside clasps your sweet nothings. I feign reading the letters and dissolve into daydreaming Of you, my yellow boy We're not children But oh, we are There's nothing more innocent than my hand clumped in yours We're running now, leaving houses and streetlights behind We'll run away some day I'll turn red in a distant shame Our twilight beauty will melt everyone's hearts into water At last, nothing else shall matter.
The wind whispers in my ear It knocks against my window The trees nod in agreement
I keep to myself
The sun shines warm and red Blows me a kiss Before it’s about to set I sweat and I glow
I keep to myself
The neighborhood bursts into sounds Everyday noises turning to music The birds, the leaves Clinking of utensils I hum my favourite tunes
I keep to myself
The world moves and dances in my heart I cannot keep to myself You are moving and dancing in my heart I cannot keep to myself I will reach you As you have reached me I will love you As you have loved me
We will keep to ourselves
We’ll weave a little tale for us Or write a whole omnibus
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