Flowers of a Wild Heart

Flowers of a Wild Heart

I painted flowers from my soul,
In colours that I can’t control.
A crimson heart, a purple dream,
A world where nothing’s as it seems.

The petals dance against the night,
Their fiery colours burning bright.
And every leaf that twists and grows,
Holds little secrets no one knows.

A scarlet kiss, a velvet sky,
A thousand dreams that never die.
The deepest red, the brightest green,
A garden born from things unseen.

Each blossom holds a whispered tale,
Of hearts that broke but did not fail.
Of tears that fell like summer rain,
And flowers that learned to bloom again.

The purple petals softly sway,
And chase the lonely dark away.
While scarlet blooms with hearts of fire,
Reach ever higher with desire.

Their roots run deep through years gone by,
Through broken dreams and tears we cry.
Yet still they rise through darkest days,
And turn their faces towards the rays.

No winter wind can steal their glow,
No bitter frost can stop their flow.
For beauty born from love and pain,
Will find the strength to bloom again.

So let my garden wildly grow,
With all the feelings I can’t show.
For every flower plays its part,
A living piece of my wild heart.

No gentle hand could tame this art,
These flowers bloom within my heart.
And though the world may fall apart,
They’ll live forever in my art.