Those eyes reflect hunger
urge to feed on the gardens
some plant flowers
some ruin it to ashes
goes around like a giant circle
that floats on the air of infinite spaces.
Will multiple colored lips
fill the void in your heart?
Will decorated gardens
fill the void in your soul?
Oh! I know
this passion that we call love changes its phases with faces
and I don't want to be the one
you'll forget but cares,
So, don't mind me
building giant stones around myself
and shut you off,
you can call me a prude
but my garden is not for someone who doesn't like to play with thorns.
To want me
you have to preserve me like a queen
cause inside of me is torn.
Strange how I'm afraid to invite you in
all I can do for now is wait n' mourn.
