Like a black sheep, alone in a field of lilies,
Like the Moon against the blue, cold night.
This butterfly is different from the rest,
It's wins shone blue and green, while the rest are orange and red.
Alone in the world, alone in the flock, she wishes to be like the rest, orange and red.
She wants no blue, she wants no tears, she wants no green, she wants no fears.
All she wants is Orange,
And red.
She wants to be with rest of the blue, she wants to be with her family.
But it's too late for that now, that dream was just that. A dream.
Now all she wishes for is to be orange.
And.
Red.
YOU ARE READING
Secrets that lie in ink
Poesíathis one is a little bit different, it's meant for specific people who can find out the hidden meanings inside the poems, I also just wanted to use this as a kind of venting system without actually venting. it's much easier and safer in my opinion...
