I'm growing my own bluebells
Outside my cabin door.
They speak to me in colors
I've never seen before.
They're up-side down, their hue intense
Their shade pulls my heart.
I see their beauty deep
As passion, fury, and spark.
They use me for water
When they thirst and fade.
Their colors pull me back
They know I cannot stave.
I want them for my very own
I want them all with me.
They will be back, they'll be here
Cuz it's my true colors they see.
May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 6:47 AM UTC
I'm growing my own bluebells
Outside my cabin door.
They speak to me in colors
I've never seen before.
They're up-side down, their hue intense
Their shade pulls my heart.
I see their beauty deep
As passion, fury, and spark.
They use me for water
When they thirst and fade.
Their colors pull me back
They know I cannot stave.
I want them for my very own
I want them all with me.
They will be back, they'll be here
Cuz it's my true colors they see.
*justloveanddesire
