Devastate

The color that you make

A kind of mood that radiates

I'm afraid of colors on your face

A bullet in a yellow tree

I'm a son

A nevertheless begun

The day that you abandoned me

Devastate

Empathetic cliché

I see your smile spinning in space

Fried peaches

With syrup on my plate

I know that you can make it sweet

I feel your photo on my face

The day that you abandoned me

I'm innocent

I can't clean up

I broke my snow-globe and then you really laid into me

my snow-globe broke on me