You looked at me
As you spoke the words of a red rose,
The silence that followed, it cradled, I swallowed,
It could embrace it naturally.
And then you opened a gate,
It led to a path, which
Bloomed as we watched into perfect grass
And naïve I chased you blinded by petty fantasy,
The power of you, it drifted into me.
Desires posed as possibilities in my foolish head
And under your spell I drew the blinds over the red
And I saw white, only white,
Perhaps I diverted my sight to the daylight.
Oh I chased you blinded by petty fantasy
The power of you, it drifted into me.
And then the light begun to flicker
And under it I begun to wither.
