Disclaimer: The Story told here is fictional.
No, I still have not found love.
But it sounds like a nice experience, according to everyone I ask, so I wrote this.- The Earth laughs in Flowers
(Song by me)Putting Chrysanthemums in my Basket
Creating a Bed in my Garden
I lay in your arms under our blanket
For the first time, I feel freedomThe Earth laughs in Flowers
"Your dreams are so cute!"
So I imagine for hours
"Remember, they are not mute
Wear Lilies in your hair
But remember their despair
I guess life is not fair"Thought I would see the sun rise
For one last time
Then I saw your beautiful eyes
And rid myself of these Vines
I guess that makes me naïve
As I continue to grieve
And struggle to leaveTeach me how to love my Rose
I enjoy speaking your tongue
I adore the river's flow
And love singing its song
Fresh air fills my lungsThe Earth laughs in Flowers
"Your dreams are so cute!"
You say this in every encounter
"Well, you said you enjoyed no Fruits"
I guess I am not free of temptations
As I craved your sensation
Not satisfied by my imaginationI hope one day
This song will belong to a special Woman
Maybe I am cliché
But no matter, I need no reinforcementBuying Tulip garments with you in mind
I will be decorated like a Bouquet
Birds are chirping, as the sun shines
While the deer watch us play
Picnicking in a gorgeous Forest
I feel loved, as you kiss my Buttercups
You are such a gentle Florist
Cautious, yet confident, never abrupt
Unlike you, I have no Green Thumb
So guide me, I am ready
Inexperienced, as I am young
Now we love the same, finallyThe adult in me is Blooming
(The Earth laughs in Flowers)
While you wrap me in your strong arms
Your tender, deep voice causes swooning
And it heals my broken heart
(The Earth laughs in Flowers)
(The Earth laughs in Flowers)
(The Earth laughs in Flowers)[Written in: 19/01/2024]
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Poezja♦️♦️♦️ A collection of my songs and poems. From 2023 and onwards. They are free to interpret. I removed my other collection with my earlier works. They just no longer reflect me as a person and as an artist. Disclaimer: Some of them tell fictional s...