Alone in this loud world,
Loneliness was my only friend.
Until you broke into my scars,
Reading their stories of mess.
Blue was my colour,
A vivid memory of my wrecking self.
But red you sprinkled on me all over,
Teaching me how to love myself.
Life, oh dear, who knew is a blossoming spring.
Since ages until now, I was just a winter withering.
But shining your light, walking to heaven,
Thank you love, for being my lucky seven.
🍁🍁🍁
