You listen to me lament, and hold my hand
Like the filament that holds my anther
For me there is no other
And you are the catalyst for my growth
The calyx beneath my flower
Keeping my peduncle standing firm and straight
Through every debunkle caused by fate
You come near,
and I am suddenly in bloom
Sep 28, 2011
Sep 28, 2011 at 1:33 AM UTC
You listen to me lament, and hold my hand
Like the filament that holds my anther
For me there is no other
And you are the catalyst for my growth
The calyx beneath my flower
Keeping my peduncle standing firm and straight
Through every debunkle caused by fate
You come near,
and I am suddenly in bloom
