I stole your heart, locked it inside a wooden box
Swallowed the key
Waited and watched
Watched and waited as others grew warm by the thought of your touch

Yet you stayed and relished in the cold
Isolated and alone
Incapable yet desperate for that warmth that always remained in sight
Always far from reach

Your favourite colour was once emerald green
Now you see in beige hints at best

Mine is orange, sunset orange, you know this
You don’t care
You once did, when your aura shined in the same tone
Now a dull, hazy shade of nothing

You did this to yourself
Denied me you

If you come back, you’ll see in colour again

You’ll have your heart again

All you have to do is allow me you again