Burlap born the 1st of August
Fire so hot it felt, burned like hell
She said as she wiped her brow
Nothing good grows here in this heat
Burlap sacks burned like wildfires in the field
Scratched my skin till raw, but I liked it
Smelled of sage and straw
Sunflower and giant bees buzzed
She was born the first of August
Nothing good grows here in this heat
Except me I was born the first of August
Full of fire
Save the tulips
Spring is not over
Though a cold chill
Down to the bone
Don’t worry
We’re still growing
Save the tulips
Thoughts of you
In full color~ღ
Sometimes
It goes against
the grain of my soul
to go against the grain of my heart!
Nevertheless
I have to sometimes
to survive
Still my
heart aches~
MichelleMare
When it feels like you have been un-chosen~Remember I choose You
When the whole world seems to walk away~Remember I choose You
When people seem unfair and your heart feels alone~Remember I choose You
Dear Heart no matter if You stand alone~Remember I choose You
This moon remind me of you!
Tell Me About It 
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