Brain Farts

Paint me with your purple passion Give me a red reasons to ration My soul food hot and old fashioned Melting like butter won’t be lasting In my heart love isn’t lacking Let lips spark body thrashing True love is art no one acting Sending to stars like ship casting Despite dark emotions blasting Somber days replaced so happy Peach pray to be lavender laughing Seen and esteemed Nubian nappy Turquoise times accepted gladly Mahogany mind fermented madly Brain farts produce art so sappy Your love I trust not fasting