She hasn't spoken to me in a while
but that could be just in my mind,
she told me 'love' should be unheard
so I want to show it, the way its preferred.
I can't seem to find the right things to do
I'm pulling on a thin thread hoping that
turning my ribcage that held her
most favourite flowers instead of my heart
could have been a better choice.
My heart, it use to beat the rhythm of her steps,
the tune to her voice,
but now it feels hollow.
I want a bouquet of roses to grow
from my ribcage so that I can show her
that I love her.
I want my blood to be the water
that the roses drink and the shine of my smile
the light that feeds the roses.
I just want her to know I love her,
but she doesn't.
The sad thing is, even if I die,
I know I'll die loving,
no one but her,
wanting,
no one but her,
needing,
no one but her.

I watched the sunflowers grow
in her ribcage and I'm smiling
while pleading
**
my mind has become so hazy,
the world is driving me crazy
But please don't give up on me baby