Don't Buy me Roses - Plant me a Garden


Was it fate

When your eyes rest upon me?

My lips

To your indulgence

My eyes to your soul

It can't be a secret

You've seen it

How I quickly draw from you

A thousand daggers

Against my lungs

I want nothing

But the breeze of tomorrow

To take the ocean from my stomach

To cease

My intuitions

How I've longed

To rip my heart

From your hands

And shatter it

Upon the floor

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