innocence, purity
you can only like butter if the warmth heats your skin
no logic, no thought
meadows of buttercups and what you've been taught
prancing around in the ambient aroma
no care, no worry
just curiosity and wonder
buttercups which define the joy of a childhood
no stress, no exhaustion
only buttercups lighting up your soft complexion
in the amiss of completion

the amiss of confusion
old roots rise
what am I doing
had all my highs
sudden drop of emotion
too much to bear
I can't hold back
this isn't fair
temptation is growing
I need to now
the urge is strong
I don't know how
habits I thought
I'd left behind
the relapse is near
so please be kind.