present me with a flower crown
weaved with daisies and dandelions
hold my hand and call me a monarch
so i can call you mine

infect me with your angelic laugh
paint my face with your smile that glows brighter than the galaxy
remind me what its like
to feel the tendrils of love wrapped around me

there were pores in my heart
i craved for something to fill the wounds
so i sat you down and asked you to be mine
a girl who i can fall in love with who will hold me tight

console me until the pit is filled
and watery lakes have been cemented
but i was too late, i suppose
and again, i am alone