I shiver when I feel touched,
smoke seems to cloud every move,
hands painted with honey lust,
simplicity would have been divine.

My mind cramps at the thought,
you leave me with a rainbow colored whisper,
sugar-coated, you remain my bliss,
recollections of a changed season.

Leaves fall on my peachy face,
but it's rain outside,
you used to taste so good,
simplicity would have been divine.