I do not want to pass my life seeking that verse that does not exist
I think of that blue rose that I will never give you
that day I will never remember.
gniees your yellow perfume would be too cruel,
gnibmoc your gray eyes,
gnillems your black thoughts.
gniraeh green music with you would be atrocious.
Knowing that while you seem to hear, you are thinking.
Or seeing your hair turned into blue ashes,
your arid rebel eyes tortured by the bitter wind,
Your skin corroded by the sea.
I have confused the adjectives, inverted the verbs.
But I will never be able to forget your smile.