Roxanne

[seeyat]

It's unfortunate to see, while looking at me
In the mirror as I slow count the days
The colors of life that I cut like a knife
The dances and games others play
There's one true reminder that I'm not to unwind here
My favorite color still stays
That beautiful shade and the purest of passions
For no matter the age it won't go out of fashion
That deep crimson tone, that I'll wear all alone
A reminder in so many ways
That the color of love deserves praise