First Draft: No name (bear with me)
Fluttering is the sound the butterfly makes
Can you diagnose my fear,
Can you embrace this soul?
Explain, why mydriasis speaks louder
One can fall and stay falling.
Does that aphrodisiac smile in the moonlight across the park impress you?
Are WE indulging into the excitement of an adventure and its friendship?
A peacock is bolder and brighter than a canary; but it is not preferred as a radio songwriter.
Voice is a lullaby in a wasteland nightmare.
This the velvety noise heard,
in flush cheeks, sweaty palms, and short breathe.
For the look of admiration,
eyes are bright, the color of the Earth.
Have you acquired the courage to share you character?
There truly is no method to madness.
The banter playfully tugs
gentle patients away from the world
in which cliques place them
So many experience it, yet very few live with it.