My head is tingling
From the feeling
Of this midday peachy dream.

& the coffee is lingering
From the cup I spilt all over me.
And my head started to tingle with
Feelings I didn’t want to feel anymore.

This peachy dream,
I wanna look away.
Buzzing in my ears
A sound I love to hear,
You and your peachy sweet words.
I want to taste them on my lips.
Let it drip down my skin
Soak it in.

The colors romance me
And I just can’t help
But to fall in love
With the sky.

What are the colors that shine for me, that shine for you?
A tangerine dream of vivid melting sky’s
A walk through the desert mountains dancing with blue butterflies?
What are the colors that shine for me, do they shine for you?
A sea of green an endless wave of ultra violet rays...
A cloud of grey in a summer rain?
Or damp mossy green leaves wrapped around your feet?
What are these colors that shine for me?
Do they shine for you?

Are you curious of the colors that you are made of?

I look to the sky thinking of you.
All the colors romance me
And I feel like a fool,
For thinking of you.
But you're just so beautiful.

Down and down it goes.
The dusk fire  dissipates,
And the jaded Moon arose.
The Wolf howled at the Moon,
Screaming " How could you?!"
And the Moon cried and melted into the dark blue.
All that was left is darkness, for the Stars left in surprise,
Abandoned by the Moon, when they thought it would rise.

I fear your soul is lingering
unhinged,
from your higher self.
Asleep perhaps,
Waiting for the offerings of the universes wealth...

A little something I call love.

I knew it was coming.
The moment my name reached the edge of your lips.
You could not deny your desire.

And I just may be crazy,
Secretly wishing, as always,
That you remembered how to feel.
How to feel for me,
How to feel with me.
That it was more than just comfort again.

But I am foolish in my desires for you to love me.

It's that moment.
Just me and you,
Perfectly in sync.
But it was only a dream,
It was only a dream.

Your romance is empty, but today, I stay.

But what are we, if we do not feel?

Let's complicate it.

Passion is Profitable.

The wolf howled at the moon,
And the moon melted into the dark blue.

The day is long, repetitive.
And I am drowning, gasping for air.
Will the rough waters ever quit?

In the pink peonies room, my eyes melted a perfect shade of blue. A wallflower with wild daisy. A fiery passion of love against lust and compassion over comfort. A captured moment of crazy. A pink peonies room for a wallflower with a wild daisy. But my eyes melted in a perfect shade of blue.

As I waited I felt you fading,
In a small blanket of snow.
On the corner of a familiar street,
At the Motel Du Beau.

You sit across from me
Arms open
Lips laced with words to say
We drink our coffee
The only thing stopping me
From reaching out and kissing you
Is fear.
The only thing stoping me
From telling you I love you
Is I’m afraid to say it.
It, is truth.
Like lilac lovers in a summers rain
Like lavender bouquets to keep us sane
It, is truth.
Truth, to new blooms.
Truth, to our youths.
Truth, to me and you.
A wallflower with wild daisy
But, I just sit across from you,
Arms open,
Lips laced with words unsaid,
And we drink our coffee.
No truth.