Growing up without mother's love, with only the sky to look up to.
The current would wash me up where it wandered.
The world could only pity for my kind.
Channeling my burning rage into my trade, earned me a small fortune.
The skies were clearing and with that a blinding light emerged.
The light shone in my eyes and the warmth touched my skin.
Trading all I had and was to own the beautiful star, without realizing the light had a mind of its own.
I lost my freedom, together with the memory of my mother.
Chained and conquered by love. I take what I can and wait in line.

Vanilla with top cherry petals blossom in the sun.
Camped on the park bench, silently observing the crowd.
Without any chase left, I wait on my prey.

My reaction is mostly neutral and hers falls on the extremes of either side.
Living on borrowed time, she lives only for herself.
With each added year, the more roots she plucks.
Rocking herself by the fireplace, she cries for the long gone friends.
Who could have helped her drown the pain of life, and I help her to bed.
Where she stares at the ceiling, before retiring to her self made Utopia.

I like it when you turn to me and whisper,"I told you not to overdress."
The warm tickling air flooding my ears.
As fine people steal glimpse from their rows, and I turn to you.
Sealing your cherry lips with a kiss.