dear me in the past.
you are kind of pretty dumb.
all I had to say.

every day, I fall in love
with places
I WANT TO go
with ideas
I WANT TO try
with people
I WANT TO know
I fall in love, every day
hoping that one day
"I want to"
will turn into
"I got to"

1: wake up
2: mask on
3: showtime

Feelings of melancholy
Bittersweet like tangerines
I breathe it in, I soak it up
I let it flow all over me
In a bed of roses and thorns I lay
lustful nights and sunny days
so fondly in my memory
The thorns are sharp
but wounds will heal
The roses smell of orange peel
The freshness fills the pores in my skin
It runs through my veins, makes me glow within
It lifts me up, so I can walk with grace
I think of the future with a smile on my face

they say
my heart is cold
frozen solid
made of stone
they say
i keep it safe
locked away
like it's enslaved

and i said it too.

but then i found Your heat
and by Your touch, my heart was liquified
into a puddle of pure devotion.
and i found that You have got the key
to unlock even the strongest emotions,
the ones that i thought i didn't possess.
once You opened the gates, i knew
that i was no longer in control.
my frozen heart is in the warmth of Your palms
and my wrapped-up love is starting to unfold.

all for You.