i have grown flowers out of the marrow of my bones
i have harbored seeds from the blood that flows
i have created skies from the pain in my eyes
and i do it all for you,
my wildflower

you always called me angel
so maybe its my time to spread my wings and fly

after all this time
i really am still into you

oh my love,
i will bring you to the most beautiful of places and kiss you desperately so everything once beautiful will remind you of me.
i will adore you so tenderly itll feel as if youll never be loved again.
i will make you crawl back to me,
and the storm that is my heart

you promised me forever,
and all i got was a chapter in your book.

The very wavelength you create
And fortunate eyes; windows of
Note your brilliant spectrum
Opposite; unseen mine.
To be a single blinks worth;
To fill heaven's skies