Baby Blue

My favorite color has always been one that gave me strength in the softness of the flower petals When you’re young you can fly without wings because your favorite color says so Dreams seems like they are as obtainable as tomorrow Nothing can break your glass heart, it holds a bouquet that never dies Even if the petals wilt, my favorite color melts onto my fingertips And I feel the power of life within my speed as I run past it all Ok, now its time to eat I’ll have a sandwich outside under the sun To watch the sky because it reminds me of my favorite color Childhood dreams taste as good as this sandwich p.s. I’ll wear this color with everything, and I don’t care what you think…