The gears in my head used to turn so fast
part of my accelerated past...
Cold wind blowing
Water flowing below...
My eyes;
a burning fury...
You tell me you love me and lavish me with gifts
I love you and I love this, but there is still one...
Deep in the heart
of my pollinated soul...
Ageing patterns scream
obscenities within ebony rings...
You're the only one I swear I'd marry
You portrayed my ideal husband-to-be...
Paralyzed
Absoluetly mistifyed...
I have always been seen as strange.
Unique, is what my friends would say...
Surrounded by walls
no where to go...
My pretty flower.
You shiver from my breeze...
Let the tears fall,
and mix with the water...