Beginner.

If I touch, have I gone astray?

My curiosity must fly,

The colour blue,

I fell in love for the first time.

Must I remember you?

I wonder who you are.

This is bitterness,

mystery that lets me cry.

I want to be a flower,

adorned by the sun.

Which belongs to me?

My thoughts aren't the same.

I know pain will let me feel,

but what will hope do?

The colour blue,

if I remain still, will time stay with me?

If I touch, have I grown?

Must I wish in deeper shades?

The dark has become lively,

my eyes can now paint.

I want to be a flower,

pluck a petal, this to be beholden.

Where have I gone?

When it seems I've never moved.