The Techicolor Phase par Owl City
PoMified par EppogirlXD
I am the red in the dynamite,
Sticks that toi light up and make explode,
And I am the white in the files,
That seem to exile into different codes.
I am the green in the blankets,
That toi emballage, wrap up with the other sheets,
And I am the blue in your big surrounding pool,
Which separates the platform and the wide zoo street.
If toi cut me I suppose I would bleed,
The couleurs of the evening stars.
toi can go anywhere toi wish
Cause I'll be there, wherever toi are.
(wherever toi are)
(wherever toi are)
(I will always be your keys
when we are Lost in the Technicolor phase)
I am the black in your feathers,
The ones that seem to blend in a bit with the white,
And I am the orange in your waddling feet,
A color that toi visualize.
I am the gray in the walls that soak up
All the sound when toi cannot sleep.
And I am the pêche, peach in oblivious little peeps,
That toi entertain till toi are fast asleep.
If toi cut me I suppose I would bleed,
The couleurs of the evening stars. (my darling)
toi can go anywhere toi wish cause I'll be there,
Wherever toi are. (my darling)
(wherever toi are)
(wherever toi are)
(wherever toi are)
toi people could (and probably should) make this better. I kind of just rushed through it.
PoMified par EppogirlXD
I am the red in the dynamite,
Sticks that toi light up and make explode,
And I am the white in the files,
That seem to exile into different codes.
I am the green in the blankets,
That toi emballage, wrap up with the other sheets,
And I am the blue in your big surrounding pool,
Which separates the platform and the wide zoo street.
If toi cut me I suppose I would bleed,
The couleurs of the evening stars.
toi can go anywhere toi wish
Cause I'll be there, wherever toi are.
(wherever toi are)
(wherever toi are)
(I will always be your keys
when we are Lost in the Technicolor phase)
I am the black in your feathers,
The ones that seem to blend in a bit with the white,
And I am the orange in your waddling feet,
A color that toi visualize.
I am the gray in the walls that soak up
All the sound when toi cannot sleep.
And I am the pêche, peach in oblivious little peeps,
That toi entertain till toi are fast asleep.
If toi cut me I suppose I would bleed,
The couleurs of the evening stars. (my darling)
toi can go anywhere toi wish cause I'll be there,
Wherever toi are. (my darling)
(wherever toi are)
(wherever toi are)
(wherever toi are)
toi people could (and probably should) make this better. I kind of just rushed through it.
yeah... for Creative Writing, I had to write a l’amour poem. I don't like anybody in that way (right now, at least) so I ended up écriture mine about Kowalski. It's a free-verse poem, so it doesn't rhyme, but... yeah.
When I hear your soft, smooth voice
I don't understand a word toi say
too many variables and equations
but I l’amour it anyway
Your clear blue eyes
masked behind protective goggles
as toi experiment
with dangerous chemicals
In your world, the only thing
I can make sense of
is the fact that maybe
toi are plus careful when I'm around
don't want to hurt me
ou make a fool of yourself
par making something explode
...
it doesn't work that well
but that's okay with me
<3
When I hear your soft, smooth voice
I don't understand a word toi say
too many variables and equations
but I l’amour it anyway
Your clear blue eyes
masked behind protective goggles
as toi experiment
with dangerous chemicals
In your world, the only thing
I can make sense of
is the fact that maybe
toi are plus careful when I'm around
don't want to hurt me
ou make a fool of yourself
par making something explode
...
it doesn't work that well
but that's okay with me
<3