I would turn into anything
If he's mine
I would break myself
And bloom flowers
Everywhere he touches
Even my scars
Would flow out honey
Him..
Even hearing his name
Feels like a war
While he's a smelt of revolution
And he's my favourite regret.

Heaven's whisky spice
Hazel brown his eyes
Endless whines
About his veins
My eyes blur up
Your 's shine up the bright
eye contacts we made
Would even
Take up my sleep
So I took a leap
Warm chocolates
Your eye
Makes me high