A Delusional Lover Poem by Vimal Kumar N

Purple is the sky in a world that I see,
orange are the leaves of my balcony tree,
all just because i'm just me instead of we,
a garden of pink jasmines and green roses,
the color of the world is in the eye that chooses,
cocoa brown hot chocolate tastes bitter,
because my lips expect something much sweeter,
do your lips have an answer?
Or the answer is your lips?
My eyes may not see the dawn,
my legs may never walk the lawn,
may be this is my last night,
so one last time hug me tight,
bcoz am not sure of anything,
except that you are my angel without wing,
I'm in love and will always be!