You drowned the weeds growing in my brain so that I can think clearly, and as you kiss me it feels like you're planting roses in my veins so that I can get up in the morning, what happens when you no longer pluck the weeds from my brain, and it becomes over grown with thoughts so loud I can't leave my room and you drown all of the roses you planted in my veins.
May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 2:25 AM UTC
You drowned the weeds growing in my brain so that I can think clearly, and as you kiss me it feels like you're planting roses in my veins so that I can get up in the morning, what happens when you no longer pluck the weeds from my brain, and it becomes over grown with thoughts so loud I can't leave my room and you drown all of the roses you planted in my veins.