He was my peach My plum My one true love He jerks away his shoulder from my resting head He's cold Like his open window in November The wind blows through me He indulges my cherry heart With sweet nothings tainted And turns around to slap my hand Remind me How ugly I truly am My peach My plum My one true love The smell of mandarin lingers in the hallway His smile comes to caress my cheek It hurts my head His Gemini spirit Taunts me This unavailable heart of mine That's his
Finally, peace Happiness Trust Someone I can relate to Maybe even love Respect For now... He breaks my cherry heart Over and over again They always do Fathers, brothers, lovers, friends I'm tired of being hurt Over and over again All men disappoint me in the end
My unknowing heart Untrusting mind A future as uncertain as the wind She speaks too much I learned too young to never get my hopes up
What will become of me My tornado of disappointment It ripped all the flowers from my garden I need a future as certain as the tides But I rarely go to the ocean
All the petals that fall from your mouth form a pipe dream The dead end tunnel I reside in I built a little garden at my feet Ill try and use the new petals to build a way out
His name is a compulsion It's his name that comes to the tongue first Was it love? I used to think so but probably not Love isn't suppose to crumble so suddenly I am embarrassed by it now I wish I had kept quiet Let myself go up in flames and down in ashes Because now the humiliation is too much to bare Why do I only love him when I am sad Why does my depression cause me to gravitate to him with such need for comfort I don't love him I love the distraction that comes with him I never loved him I loved the idea of him