Wondering if I'm still
in the same road I chose
If I were to land in the
same quadrant
as you told me,
in that poem.

Petals had heard better lies
like the summer's betrayal
home I was,
walking as one.

Andromeda was hopeless,
as the waves took me back
and the maroon colored sea
and I lay on the petals.

To vandalize my life,
the leafs know my name,
Treachery, my friends, again.
So I wait on the petals
so they suffocate me.