The Handsome Flower

I would seize freedom when I sing my favorite songs, and I wish talking about you is just as carefree- my voice to not walk on eggshells and my eyes to stay composed Oh what a fragile irony to babble greedily, a current unstoppable yet the flood in my heart has remained the larger portion of an iceberg submerged I would find comfort in random places caressing my thoughts, where reality is a scent of lush gardens, and I won't have to evade and pretend that I may have only injured my senses since there is a wind that feels familiar, and you stand taller- enamored- and never higher than my ease Though it is biting when I blink and depart from the balmy vision, you are still the infinite field of my blooming days, more like a rainbow I need not to chase because the skies are much brighter when we don't obsess and cast a shadow over the handsome colors we should not selfishly possess... for when a flower is meant to be loved by all, you simply don't pick it -Nicola An