when I think of love,
I think of flowers
in my hair
running with me in the wind.
they can be anywhere
yet they stick with me
like I pick them,
knowing
my freedom is their own.
when I think of love,
I think of flowers
in my hair
running with me in the wind.
they can be anywhere
yet they stick with me
like I pick them,
knowing
my freedom is their own.
(it’s not a trick question)