FLOWERPOT

Little bumblebees (yeah) chilling on the flower pot Like vigilantes on rooftops scour spots The hour rots the more I look into your face Water splash caught a little as the subtle sun creates some faith to brush first base Or 2nd , sorry rainy reckoning got me grainy 2nd guessing only question is if I'm messing up this session Wonderful amalgamations finding the rough equation of love Don't bother feeling stuck those punks trying to make you tough He wouldn't hurt a fly it flew right by cruising brooding about that guy Sitting tight by grass staring at stars in nights sky She's beautiful, but it's true her soul stays black too Eyes match her shoes and mood so there all dark blue She's hurting inside squirming to make her feelings hide From public view if only the public knew it would rub and peel away her pride Oranges in sight from all the orange skies see the sun slide to make a darker side I hold her tight