Won't you come and sketch my world
Flowers everywhere
Growing out of my hair
I'm loosing sense of feeling
Clench me hard
Wrap me up in sunflowers
Intertwined vines of beauty
Oh insanity is such a marvel
Flowers talk to each other
Whispering life's answer
Wrap them around your soul
And let happiness bloom from the unknown
Reality isn't real my young friend
Show me without your eyes
Touch me without your senses
Tell me my soul without a mind
Without yourself I a not myself
You create me
A colorful world of colorful souls
Searching for the unreal
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
its 1: 15 and i cant sleep so im browsing through this library of poetry leaking from marjike mckinney's subconscious. deep. this one reminds me of a david bowie song. i dont know why. its great.