The forest that I know

He's just standing there it's making me crazy, 

Waiting for me to come by, get lost, and feel,

I don't want that

I want the colors to swallow me inside and help me escape, 

I have a thing with escaping, it's the easiest thing to do, but those forest brown eyes are pulling me in to follow, 

To try

And in the same time giving up,

The green is hiding in too,

Because did you know that the mening behind the color is growth and renewal, 

So escape

But don't

The forest calls

But not the one you know

A different one

The one that I met.