gardens of fruit- i bite my lips thinking of you.
snow on my thoughts,
my fingertips are blue to reflect on my mood.
i miss you more and i miss you too.
i lose my head sometimes
so i
hold my hands together and pray i'm heaven.
gardens of fruit- i plant gardens in you.
rain on my thoughts,
my fingertips are **** from the fire burning in you.
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god knows you broke my heart,
so you're going to hell.
getting mended in heaven but you're not there.
so i lie to god
and get sent straight to your care.