Deep in the meadow, hidden far
away
A cloak of leaves, a moonbeam ray
Forget your woes and let your troubles lay
And when it's morning again, they'll wash away
Here it's safe, here it's warm
Here the daisies gaurd you from every harm
Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true
Here is the place where I love you♥
"Your favorite color...
It's green?"
"That's right."
I think of something to add.
"And yours is orange."
"Orange?" He seems
unconvinced.
"Not bright orange. But soft.
Like the
sunset,"
I say.
"At least that's what you told me
once."
"Oh."
He closes his eyes breifly, maybe trying to conjure up that
sunset. Then he nods.
"Thank you."
But more words tmble out.
"Your a painter.
Your a baker.
You like to sleep with the windows
open.
You never take sugar in your
tea.
And you always double-knot your
shoelaces."
Then I dive into my tent before I do soemthing stupid like
cry.
Mockingjay<3