blue door
blue door nestled behind a sea of palm trees tucked away surrounded by overgrown weeds perfectly tapered bricks make up the seams behind blue door there is you and there is me we make up the insides not so perfectly interweaved we like different things we exist by different means i like to walk and observe everything that’s intricate around me you like to run and feel the breeze caress your skin we’re just different but behind blue door it’ll always be you and it’ll always be me