For those that cannot love,
You must know She.

She who flies faster than the wind,
For the rain to fearlessly around spin.

She, the raindrops, shall continue to trickle these days,
But those that know must cover it from trickling down his window.

For he must stay safe and away,
Loved by their hearts,
Which will bury fire and plant love and keep it from flying away,
And love a soul that will never love back.

He shall love but never know She,
The one that knows all those that cannot love.
For love shall embrace him,
Forever, before, and after his last breath.

Flowers looking through their mirrors,
Red-stained blood petals on the ground.
Only another dimension to go, no exit found,
Looking at themselves with doubt.

Mirror, tell me what's right, what's wrong,
Just looking for a sanctuary without madness.
Only want to hide away from life.

And I think about how when you bloomed alright,
But lost all of eternity at night.
They were making holes in the wall,
Asking me to follow,
Wanting me to crawl to death.

I guess you never heard what happened to the dandelions.
The ones that fell to death painted red.
Which I walked through the door,
Anger and death struck me in.