mark king - Color Me Jade

I. It’s the note she wrote that I can’t throw away, written in her hand to another. It says she misses him and I’m wondering when and where this show will be over.
II. With my hands stuffed in my pockets I face her beauty and tell her what I had found cleaning her ruby red sports car.
III. Her eyes sparkle in mockery as she laughs her quick wit and clever words turns the tables, but she was something I need, something I can’t lose.
IV. She was a one nightstand that turned into fifteen years, now I trace her outline in this big empty bed and know she colored me jade.

mark king

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