Simple words and simple choices,
Make me feel most loved.

When I know I am cared for,
And taken care of.

Out of everyone, you picked me.

These past few months flew by like lightning,
Strikes and river flows, ebony skulls and my nightmares hunting me down like deer.
But there was one thing that pushed me forward.
The days I woke up with your back to me, or the night I shook from the terror of my nightmares,
Just to hear your comforting voice, the smoothness of honey, dripping down my throat.
When the clock striked midnight and I looked in your eyes, I knew there was something coming to be.

For some reason, you picked me.

The paper says its Tuesday,
But I don’t believe it.
And my charger lays on my bed,
But I cannot reach it.

I left my soul at the bottom of the wrong bottle,
Where no treasure could be found,
Only the writhing agony of emptiness
That I ended up drinking again.

If you’d ask me,
Loneliness tastes of whisky.
Love tastes of ***** and my soul tastes like ****.
I am a rotten person, with rotten ways.
I hate myself.

It’s pathetic really,
I’m looking for you in the skies,
Even when I know you’re not mine.

Papercuts hurt more than knives,
And it really meant something when you held my finger,
Dripping with blood,
And you kissed it.

It’s getting chilly,
And I would much rather freeze by myself,
If you can’t warm me.

“Your fingers are cold”
“When are they not?”

The clouds tell stories of gruesome happenings.

A bunny, shooting its head off,
It keeps grabbing but it’ll never get it back on.

A face of a man, looking down on us all.
With an expression of greed, but it’s really sadness hidden in it all.

I’m dreaming clouds today,
With a tired look.

Blooming in your hearts garden,
In your cage is where I wish to be.

Hold me and preserve me,
Give me your delicate touch,
It’s all I need to grow,
I plead.

Lay your harsh eyes on me,
I feel your emotion.
Don’t leave my love at sea,
Please?

I’m just a little rose,
And I swear when your eyes land on me,
Time slows.

At the end of the day,
I’ll always belong to you.
And you’ll always remember me,
As the little flower you grew.