We were like flowers in a field
Beautiful, curious and naive
Thinking our love was a one of a kind
Darling
We should have known better
We were only powerless creatures
Who believed everything
The wind whispered
We undressed each other
With the every piece
Of clothing we removed
We plucked a petal
Loves me
Loves me not
I guess we ran out of petals

I am not sorry for the things i said.
I can't be sorry for the things i feel.
With pain i know i am not dead,
And i get hurt because i am real.