Baby Blue, My ButterflyGirl
Even if the baby blue runs out of tune it will always be me, you, us, and the moon
no matter where our dreams might falter it will always be you and me in the dark blue of the night waters where it will leave us kissing without telling and loving without even knowing but seeing everything as it is going and bringing the flowers to the petals of your garden where I can open the gate to your castle cobblestone steps of your front door and the magic of the petals that make me love having you even more and the moon of our time makes the hourglass hum a word where the birds are chirping and I am wishing even without kissing it will just be the hopes and the dreams of the future of you and me.
The secret to the moon of rose petals
The secret to the moon guided by the view of you that is stamped in my heart like a butterfly tattoo where the morning is the crisp blue sky air and even though I am not there I am still the rose petals of the moon that fit in the braids of your hair and the dresses you love to wear when worshipping every sound that you hear and turning every piece of the paintings I draw of you into the me of the one who was born under the moon and captured the trinket of the fairy dust and landed the girl that was tattooed with rose petals of love and hidden stories.
The final wish of the midnight moon
The final wish
you asked for a kiss
and a handwritten letter
with thoughts of us
under the midnight blue
of the hidden voice of the love of a moon.
The Baby Blue Butterfly
The butterfly became the baby blue
the magic of the words that left my piano
of the songs of the painting that I wrote out as lyrics
to you and all that came with a voice that was tied
to the only dreams I could see of the night
and that was you and me inside
of the baby blue of the butterflies.
Flying with the wind
How to get the roses to fall
And how to get the rose petals to love
But most of all how you get the roses to fall
And fly with the wind of the sunset sky.
The rose petals of the blue
The rose petals of the blue
You love how I touch the moonlight of you
To be the point where I like to love a dreamless dream of you and me.
The Rebel Heart of Butterflies
The Rebel hearts
Come with the butterflies
And all that comes of the love
Of rose petals is the tender heart
Of the moon.
Baby Blue
Loving so much
Has me feeling you
And ever moment I can dream
Of what it feels like to love you too.
Staring at your eyes making me feel all the feels
Including all the ones that have me feeling so
Baby Blue.
Paint me as a picture of whoever I am
Paint me as whatever character you choose
Whether an artist who paints her own stories
or a musician that is played by the strings of her violin
and the fairytale of them all that dances like no one is watching
but quickly knows the behind the scenes of
the words to write the stories
and to her she is a writer of her own
dreams and desires.
Falling Leaves of the Memories
The fall of the summer
And the autumn of the leaves
Is the one of the things
That I love about the fallen memories.
The Baby Blue of the Butterflies Dream
Even if the baby blue runs out of tune it will always be me, you, us, and the moon
no matter where our dreams might falter it will always be you and me in the dark blue of the night waters where it will leave us kissing without telling and loving without even knowing but seeing everything as it is going and bringing the flowers to the petals of your garden where I can open the gate to your castle cobblestone steps of your front door and the magic of the petals that make me love having you even more and the moon of our time makes the hourglass hum a word where the birds are chirping and I am wishing even without kissing it will just be the hopes and the dreams of the future of you and me.