It was an unexpected travesty
While I sipped on my Paris tea

Black and swirling in the creamy cup
The melancholy inside wasn’t made up

The touches shared never to be replayed
A pen left wordless on the splotched page

The story of us dwindled and ended
I’ll yearn the soul I lost and befriended

It stains the wanderings in my heart
Restless longing never to depart

Will she look at you the way I did too
Or with her smile is your gaze anew

Amongst any spoken tendril I have to say
You’ll ignore it regardless, keep it at bay

No matter wherever I beg and try
Forever I’ll be pinned as the bad guy

Your friends affirm it without any doubt
The words you spill attract gallons of clout

And even with a vine of knowledge to prove
They’d pry and spy ‘til nothing’s left to prune

Music is written beneath my bones
Without its sound I feel alone
I feel it seeping down to my toes

I’ll be the moon, you’ll be the stars
Let sleep fall upon us in rusted cars  
By and by, our souls light up the dark

Everything is connected, even just by the skin of our teeth  
Colorful and heretic, luminous beings are we

The mossy banks and the flourishing trees
To me it seems a shade of viridian green

With the deepest pine hue and a touch of blue
The depths of its cascade cast the eye askew

And you may be tempted to decorate with it
Just don’t forget the enchanted spell casted within

Beautiful and mysterious and eternally seen
You’ll find yourself gazing on viridian green