Madness In the Spring
I wanna cup my hands and drink of you
I wanna show you all my shades of blue
I am a colourful and beautiful mess
I love to put on and put down any dress
I am a little crazy, but just temporary
I know things that are as pretty as they’re scary
I am crushed with beauty when I love
And I live love differently, sort of
Some of the people that I met on the way decided to run
But I am having fun and I don't miss no one
I have some superpower
I can show it while waiting for dawn, for the magic hour
I am fluent in silence and I can teach you that
But it has to be sometimes when I’m not mad
When I don’t wear any grief, I am pretty like a spring morning
My kiss can devastate your sense, take it like a warning
I’m also beautiful in my anxiety
And my shadows can be such a variety
I’m the prettiest when I smile and laugh
You wouldn’t get enough not even in a day and a half.
Copyright © Denisa Spiridon | Year Posted 2020
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