Let's walk around that withered cherry tree,
Pick up a tulip riped for this day,
Close the eyes off to all this darkness,
Laugh and sing it's time to go away,
The courtesy of your kiss,
In the midst of all things,
Keeps me bright and burning through waves,
The courtesy of your smile,
Taking me through the sea,
Even if this was my final breath,
Let's plant our love,
Let's pretend hell isn't at our doorstep,
Call it a whim,
But did you do something to your hair?
Do I even have to express pain,
It's just another fairy tale afloat,
Give me a taste of your sweet irony,
Give me a spice to blend this sour plate,
The courtesy of your lips,
Making their way to me,
As it shifts desire to passion,
The courtesy of your smile,
Branding feelings inside,
As this flame takes breaths away,
Let's plant our love,
Let's pretend hell isn't at our doorstep,
Call it a whim,
But did you do something to your hair?
(Although I did say I'd never leave,
You began to place chains on me,
I know I said I wouldn't hurt you,
But why did you leave me no other choice?)
Safe place madness,
You still try to insert your parasites,
It was nice,
When we both sat on the bark counting stars,
So much for that...
©retroletgo
R