The world is gold,
There’s never a better way
For this story to be told.
Through raindrops of butter,
And milky ways that taste like honey,
Something of minty flavour
And tangy scent.
I’m just this tangent,
Iridescent,
Purple dust of spectacular
That shines when you’re alive.
And all of this is nothing,
The world is less than rust,
And everything tastes like sorrow,
But if you kiss me like there’s no tomorrow,
The world is gold again,
And there’s no better way.