The root of my problems, I tried to branch out but these black clouds linger
Open palm stretched out but her hate makes for clamped down fingers
She expresses sorrow- She hopes to escape her past
I watched a tear drop drip and turn to mist on a blade of grass
- The amount of angst built suddenly crumbled
I tried to run from the rubble but I was crush and & I buckled
I feel the passion between us, I hope the fire is real
I lust for this lunacy , it's like I had my desires fulfilled
- I asked her: Do you breathe for me? Take a breath, please
To the root of my problems, I look forward to the day I spread seeds.
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