I stare at you all day, rosemary,
only at you.
Though all day, rosemary,
you never look back at me.
Not a single glance, rosemary,
i never meet your eyes.
I could imagine their colour, rosemary,
a satin soft blue.
You run your hand through your hair, rosemary,
like your fingers touch pure gold.
What does it feel like, rosemary?
to be what everyone wished they had?
I wish i had you, rosemary,
to feel okay again.
You could save me, rosemary.
if you just look back.
Jun 29, 2017
Jun 29, 2017 at 8:42 PM UTC
I stare at you all day, rosemary,
only at you.
Though all day, rosemary,
you never look back at me.
Not a single glance, rosemary,
i never meet your eyes.
I could imagine their colour, rosemary,
a satin soft blue.
You run your hand through your hair, rosemary,
like your fingers touch pure gold.
What does it feel like, rosemary?
to be what everyone wished they had?
I wish i had you, rosemary,
to feel okay again.
You could save me, rosemary.
if you just look back.
well, of course. rosemary is love in witchcraft
