how could you ever see the beauty that i have layed
so deep inside myself?

how will one ever know how i truely feel if i
keep lying?

you only saw my exocarp
would you've dig deep you'd find my mesotarp
how could you ever know that i
was talking 'bout my endocarp?

you don't even know these therms
thinking poems are but words
how could you ever care about
how i taste?

Within the shell is a single seed
open it in order to find me

plant it if you want to give me peace