I supposed that I'm nothing more than just a rose
some flower growing up a few thorns...
We wander through the night
wearing nothing but our pride...
She said,
Darling, I'm not fields of grass...
All these years, I hid between hays
like a needle awaiting to be found...
I'm the ocean. I'm the ocean!
And you are, a castaway...
A bench is a place to rest
in front of flowers and a lake...
Oh!
The sky is grey and the grass is red...
Some people are selfish,
They want you to listen to them...
Ashes in my eyes,
a burnt world that sleeps tight...
The yard was green with grass and weeds, admixed.
I walked with heels and soon I sank in dirt...
Oceans - with its waves, shook our legs.
I fell for you and on you...
Hi pretty frog,
Why do you jump and jump on this hose...