You took a white orchid, turned it blue

Green skies/Brown eyes
Funnel clouds/My thoughts are so
damn
Loud.
Mentor/Protector
Undercover/Lover

You trusted me so easily when you asked me not to ruin your life.
I guess you didn't really leave yourself a choice.
Backed yourself into a corner
pleaded control of my voice.

I liked your accent that you had trained yourself to hide
your tattoos, your sincerity, your honest passion.
Your knowledge, your easy smile, your pride.
The way you seemed like an honest to goodness real man.
A gentleman.

You liked that I made it all so simple.