Colourful and black and white

You draw me in your frame

And as we blend into the light

I'm trapped inside your fame

I can't expect to share your shades

Or pick and choose my clothes

Everything is bold and red

With halos of gold





I can't hate you

And i can't love your scene





Regal on your paper throne

Your crown on upside down

I feel the stroke of your pencil blade

As it slips into my gown

I cannot tell the cloak from spill

But you're filling in my scream

My head altered to a slump

My lips your favourite green





I can't hate you

And i can't love your scene





Dead king, pathetic prince

Unfailing queen

Deep in your perspective

I will always be





I can't hate you

And i can't love your scene


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