A blanket of great green grass
Fills the child inside with love,
Wishing for a wish to be granted
Under soft smooth skies
Of baby blue and jet streams of white,
Hoping to fly away with the air currents
And be blown away by soft soothing sayings
Said under shade of passing by drifters so high;
Our heads can barely fathom
Our hands can hardly touch
Our eyes can barely see
Our hearts can hardly feel
Just from lying over blankets of green grass now blue

I keep myself busy
While thinking of you
I don't rightly know why
But I think I love you

Everyday I want to learn something new
about the way you love me
But the way I love you is quite simple
The stars in your eyes shine brightly
My hands are always cold, except while holding yours
And your cute dimple only shows up when I make you laugh
Not to mention that adorable laugh and snort when I say a good one
But my favourite thing, is that I get to love you
How I want to love you
And you still know I love you

She lives through her words
So carefully placed
Without them she would be faceless
And I think that makes her beautiful
That she has found her identity
Because I'm still working on mine

I smoke **** just like you.
Money gives me greed just like you.
******* makes me wonder just like you.
My parents kicked me out when i was 17 just like you.
I died inside when i turned 13 just like you.
I saw life for what it was a 7 just like you.
I want to die everyday just like you.
I think about killing myself just ljke you.
I don't like money just like you.
I love the moon just like you.
I love the idea of love just like you.
Most important im not alone, just like you.

They say
"You don't have the experience to be a poet."
"Don't even try."
"You may have talent, but nothing to nurture it with."
"You're. Just. A. Kid."
But being a kid
I have a better imagination
I can create better visuals
And stimulate senses better
Like soft serve on a softer summer day
Or the crumbling of a stone statue heart stuck on a girl
I am just as good at you
Though I lack experience
I can be better than you

Flowers of so many flowers all meaning
Different things,
Tulips: cheerfulness, royalty and forgiveness
Roses: Love and lust
Buttercups: childishness
But favourite of all
Hydrangeas: Heartfelt gratefulness