espatódea

My color
My flower
My face
Fourth star
Letters, three
A road

I don’t know if the world is kind
But it got better
Since you showed up
And asked
Is there a place for me?

Spatodea
Gynoecium
Pollen color
Daily Sun
White cloud
No freckles

I don’t know how good the world is
But it’s been better
Since you came along
And explained the world to me
I don’t know if this world is sane
But, for the world I came from, it wasn’t
My world wouldn’t make sense
If it weren’t for Zoé