Let me in
the meadows of your mind
beckon me
with wild flowers
I have yet to see bloom elsewhere
Your doors are open
but also
covered by a sheer glass window
of pure, blissful ignorance
Your soul is refreshing,
we could be something
brilliant
Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 1:07 AM UTC
Let me in
the meadows of your mind
beckon me
with wild flowers
I have yet to see bloom elsewhere
Your doors are open
but also
covered by a sheer glass window
of pure, blissful ignorance
Your soul is refreshing,
we could be something
brilliant
