How do you expect to feel me without filling me.
Stop assuming you know what I feel like.
Feel the inner me the me that climax over breezes in palm trees.
My imagination is a gift and a curse; this will never be a fairy-tale with pink skies.
I have beauty in a beast I can’t let rest.
Call me crazy but this is the balance of humanity.
Feel me before you’re so quick to fail me.
Treasure what you can touch; I’m known for letting my mind and body drift far away at the same time.
Fill me when you can’t feel me.
Send messages in bottles, since I am drinking and thinking on liquid courage.
I wander in places that are unknown; I wonder if you fear the unknown.
The perfect game of clue, in candylands of skies in blue that blew me in a place I feel like I knew.
Once upon a time it was me in places of curiosity, constantly changing with the seasons.
When I’m Summer burning hot; feel me and cool me as if you owe me.
When I’m Spring blossom with the new person I am becoming; you could love me.
When I’m Fall carry me to places I once knew.
When I’m Winter warm my heart with the sweetest things I will never forget due to you.