What is the first thing that comes to mind?
Red, white and blue so easily disguised...
The green horizon spreads out before me
with its delicate white clouds...
Meadows, where Unicorns and Pegasus graze
Beneath moonlight Blue and streams of butter milk...
The flag is blown softly by the wind
Upon this cold, shadowy night...
Today I lie, on my bed all alone,
there is no one to talk to I cannot phone...
I think of all the poets
who sit alone and cry...
Quietly in waiting for the sun to set in deep...
So deep to where horizons touch the calm of the...
Pressure is placed on all shoulders,
Promising futures are often sought...
She touches my face
Her fingers so small and soft...
The wind blows in cold
I wrap up in my duvet...
I dont wana remember you as a bad past.
You were always special to me...
A message I'm hoping to find
Are words that are friendly and kind...