Freckles and Flowers… I could stare at them for hours… Surely they glow after Spring Showers…
Might be, could they miss me?
Might be, they grow freely?
Freckles and Flowers, I could stare at them for hours.
Vibrations heard from miles away.
Validation strong enough to make one stay.
Simply acknowledged by the words you say.
Understood through the wires through the sounds you relay.
Tones of truth leaving veils of dismay.
Seemingly, half truths are easier to portray.
Between space and sound passions ignite under a perfect disarray, quicker than water laps upon a bay…
Thoughts and hearts left out to flay…
The clock strikes with out delay soon off to slumber, and then on to another day.
Nothing of these emotions are real…
Nor is this heart you steal.