Peacock hues adorn your hair
And curl around the candle flare
Your eyes are emeralds ringed with gold
With fingers wrapped in paper folds
Running through a taller forest
Singing with a choir of blue
The only way that I can walk
Is through a taller forest with you
Dec 23, 2012
Dec 23, 2012 at 6:27 PM UTC
Peacock hues adorn your hair
And curl around the candle flare
Your eyes are emeralds ringed with gold
With fingers wrapped in paper folds
Running through a taller forest
Singing with a choir of blue
The only way that I can walk
Is through a taller forest with you
