This poem was originally published on 11 August 2016.
They say you’re sweet like strawberry, Which is a little funny to me, Because I’ve never tasted one And unless you’re like cinnamon, I guess I can’t judge you. They say you’re fiery red with a love evergreen, Which is kind of sad for me Because I am colour blind, And unless you’re white like cloud nine, I guess I can’t see you. I’ll imagine - I’ll imagine you. I’ll let the sandman paint a movie too. They say you’re mellow warm velvet, But I still don’t get it. This whole thing is really strange, I’m not any good with this change in style, I just want to know you. Till then: I’ll imagine - I’ll imagine you. I’ll let the sandman paint a movie too. They say you’re strawberry love, Which is something I don’t know of; I’m wondering if I should try, Without truth and without lie, I’m afraid for you. I'll just imagine - I'll imagine you. I'll let the sandman paint a movie too.