my disposotions in your eyes feeds
upon
the love that I have planted long ago somewhere in the dirt
cycles spelt in forgein languages
me and you both dont understand
why
why
has the dirt covered our eyes in such a way
why have these vines wraped around my neck
they are suffocating me
and the thorns puncture
my memories of you where you are smiling
and holding me happily
somwhere in your arms
now im somewhere in the dirt