The ground is wet. I feel the dirt. I feel no hurt, the seed is growing below. The dirt is soft. My heart is too. I needed you, by my side.
But you keeping pushing me away! Telling me that I could be better any day! Your ashamed, of your life! That's why you take a knife to my heart.
The seed is born, the flower grows, the petals froze. Snow falls, I hear her calls, that angelic woman standing over me. Gazing into my dark and empty eyes. Making them blue again and for me to realize...The seed is born and the flower, it grows! It grows...this flower...I can feel the power...oh...
Why do I even try, when you knock me face down, why should I try, to make it work out? You just shout! Why do I even try? Because my dear, everytime you plant a seed, a flower grows, and you just wilted away...from my heart...just wilted...away...yeah...
Reason for writing:
Someone special in my life.
Birth sign: Aquarius
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