Not painted black in anger
Nor pink and fresh and pure...

The weeping willow so swiftly sweeps
Along the path so often littered...

So many ways, so beautiful
is the garden that they share...

Eating my way to oblivion
At hopes of finding you there...

I just don't need a reason
don't ask me to give you one...

Simplicity overtakes the mind
as morning dew rolls in...

Can I trust you with my heart?
With what I cannot say...

Persecute my wishes
And treat me as you like...

I miss you.
As simple as that...

I didn't even want you
When I thought that you were there...

Slashing, dicing away at the seams
Sadistically throwing you in between...

Sitting and creating
A memory to last...