Character Traits

This soul is gentle, proud and true I’ve veins of red and veins of blue Red like flames that lick the air Blue that hides, they’re unaware The heart that worships and adores Is the same that pulls away, ignores I walk away by floorboard creak Too shy to see them or to speak But Saturdays I’m awfully loud Swerving through the lively crowd With neon lights of green and pink I think I had too much to drink I love the mornings, fresh cut grass The big bronze bells that ring for mass The moon enchants me way up high And brings about a wistful sigh My moods are many colored hues Silvers, golds, the deepest blues I keep my love behind a wall I am human, after all