Mr. Auctioneer, can I buy some time?

i dream in colour, but you remain two dimensional. 

i sing in purple when it should be pink, you respond in monotone, so simple - so far. 

Can I dance with you? In a yellow room, in my dreams, perhaps, you say. 

I have sold my soul, for a map to your heart, and now i ask,

"Mr. Auctioneer, can I buy some time?"

My days are grey. I remain bored

and still, cannot find you. 

So I sleep, because:

this is what my dreams sound like, I am in love.

Audrié

www.broadwaysleep.com

photo courtesy: Alex Felipe Photography