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
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