I am a green leaf
I am not a flower...

Her barren lands now sit naked
Just the signs of her dimise...

My eyes sweat with exhaustion
I'm battered and badly bruised...

There's monsters in my closet
And underneath my bed...

Beneath the senyru of the maple tree
Are male tainted butterflies lost in love...

I can hear
her voice...

The World is
a handful of colors...

My eyes have never beheld a view
With a celestial body as dazzling as you...

My heart's like a volcano
Dormant but still alive...

Sometimes I hoot and holler
And beat upon my chest...