Like snowfolks, I walk in the ice In the search of something someone took Awestrucking – is you, when I look Panically, I epiphanically realize: This is you, the blue sky of lust The nectar-like goodness of the light To be desperate, to yearn, to thirst Gorgeous, perfected, alright. Stay with me, this is all I need! For we need love to live, to die So stay with me! This is all I need! …Though you’d be gone like graceful deeds. The winds shall take you away it hurts Somewhere to live and pretend And there’s still that bump in my heart For I love you in the end.
There's Hope Within Each Flower