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.