It’s the ones who bloom from a mess

Intentions are good

But trying too hard to be understood

The fire is stubborn

Pick up the brush without concern

Suddenly it’s the colors in my heart

Why, oh why, would we ever be apart.

This is art

Aways been home right from the start.

Not even sure if I can call these rhymes poems but hey, I love these rhymes. More rhymes, more blooms and more color.