Dewy grass in the morning
                                                                ­­             sun and I'm laying in it with

you.

                                                   ­    ­                            The flowers in the weeds
                                                                ­­             seem much happier than we

are.

                                                    ­       ­                  The roses have wilted in our
                                                                ­­               hearts and our love's soil is

no good.

                                                       ­    ­                       Just say that you love me
                                                              ­­                     If not truthfully then just

for me.
                                                          ­   ­                
Patience is insanity. Love is
                                                                ­­        destruction. But after all of this
                                                                ­­                            thinking and loving

you're
                                                                ­­                    
still my only. And I beg
                                                                ­­                             you, my love, don't

                                   just
                                                                ­­                      
make me wait for such
                                                                ­­                                          an exciting,

*beautiful chaos.